The silence was loud.
Not dramatically loud. Just… heavy. The kind that makes guilt form goosebumps that rise across your skin.
I stared at my phone like it was about to apologize to me. Like Mason’s name would pop up out of nowhere and say I’m sorry too or I get it now or anything that would make this ache loosen.
Nothing, no typing dots, and certainly no apology.
Just my reflection on the dark screen, looking tired and stupid and very aware of how badly I had messed up.
I dropped the phone beside me and hugged my knees to my chest, sitting on the edge of my bed like I had been abandoned there. My mind replayed the look on his face. The way he went quiet. The exact moment I crossed the line and didn’t stop myself.
Why did I say that?
Why did I go there?
“I didn’t mean it,” I whisp
