I kept checking my phone like a lunatic. Every hour, every half hour, every five minutes, hoping I’d somehow struck enough of a chord in her heart to earn a reply. A call. A single sentence. Hell, even a single word.
But for twelve straight days, Sophia refused to give me an audience.
She wouldn’t answer my texts, wouldn’t pick up the phone, wouldn’t let me apologize in person. And it wasn’t her anger that gutted me — it was her silence. Silence from Sophia felt like dying in slow motion. It felt like losing something essential to my existence, something I had built my emotional spine around.
She wasn’t just important — she was everything. More than a sister. More than a best friend. My soulmate in the truest sense of the word. She came into my life when I was drowning, fourteen and alr
