A week had passed, and the silence was unbearable. Each day stretched longer than the last, the absence of any word from Nicolas weighing heavily on me. I had told myself that I wouldn’t reach out, that if he wanted to talk, he would. But with every passing hour, my resolve weakened, giving way to a growing worry I couldn’t shake.
By the seventh day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My thumb hovered over Nicolas’s name in my contacts, hesitation paralyzing me. What if he didn’t want to talk? What if he had moved on without a second thought about me?
But the uncertainty was worse than rejection. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pressed the call button. The ringing seemed to stretch forever, each tone amplifying the thu
