Cindy
It had been twelve days, five hours, and twenty-seven minutes since I last saw Kendrick, not that I was counting.
The silence from him felt like a wound that wouldn’t heal, raw and burning. Every day, I waited for a text, a call, something that could reignite our love, but there was nothing.
Just a heavy, aching emptiness that swallowed every second.
I replayed our last encounter over and over in my mind, dissecting every word, every glance, searching for clues I might have missed.
Had I said something wrong? Has he truly grown tired of me? The thought wrapped around my chest like a vise, making it hard to breathe.
I tried everything to see him. I went to the study room where he used to work, but he refused to show up.
All day long, I had been sitting by the window for hour
