His Soft Obsession

Chapter Fifty-Two: Left on Seen, Left in Silence

Lyric

I didn’t expect to wake up anxious.

Sunday mornings were supposed to be slow. Soft. Quiet. But the moment I opened my eyes and saw Zay still hadn’t called, hadn’t texted — not even a heart or a "good morning, pretty" — I knew something was off.

The kind of off that sits in your chest and makes you scroll your phone a little harder. Check your WiFi. Check your battery. Maybe, just maybe, something glitched.

But no.

It wasn’t my phone.

It was him.

I sent a casual text around noon.

“Hope your night was chill. You good?”

I stared at it for ten minutes before I pressed send. It wasn’t too much. Wasn’t begging. Wasn’t weak.

Just… enough.

An hour passed. Nothing.

Then two. Still nothing.

I even left my phone face down for a while, like that would make time move faster.

It didn