The Silence That Followed
Days passed. Then weeks.
I sent messages that went unanswered. I called and let the phone ring until it went to voicemail. I told myself she was angry. That I deserved it. That eventually, she’d reach out.
The guilt crept in slowly, settling in places I couldn’t ignore. Every memory replayed itself differently now. Every sacrifice she had made for me. Every night she stayed awake so I could sleep peacefully.
And the last thing I’d given her was rejection.
One rainy morning, the weight of it became unbearable. I couldn’t keep guessing. I needed to see her. To apologize. To make sure she was okay.
So I drove to her apartment.
Walking Into the Unknown
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