CHAPTER 31
I stayed in my room all day, wrapped in the stillness, the curtains drawn tightly shut to keep out the light—and the world. I didn’t want to see anything, not even hope. My mom, surprisingly, was considerate. She didn’t push. Maybe she could sense how badly I was hurting. She asked once if I was okay, but when I didn’t answer, she simply nodded and left me alone. I lay in bed, unmoving. Hours passed like minutes. Then the doorbell rang downstairs. I didn’t flinch. Probably one of Mom’s friends or someone from the neighborhood. I couldn’t care less. I turned back to my phone, scrolling through old messages—our messages. Noah’s words, his jokes, his late-night check-ins, the silly arguments, the apologies, the “I miss you” texts... every memory was there, right at my fingertips. It was
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