Cold Silence
The condo felt heavier than usual. Maya stood by the kitchen window, arms folded loosely across her chest, watching the weak December sunlight fall across the street. Outside, the city moved at its usual frenetic pace — cars honking, people rushing with purpose — but inside, time seemed suspended. Calvin sat on the couch, scrolling idly through his phone, completely unaware of the tension radiating from her. Weeks had passed since their last meaningful conversation, and the silence between them was no longer a pause; it was a wall. A wall made of indifference, fatigue, and years of unspoken grievances. It wasn’t just that they didn’t talk; it was that neither seemed to care anymore. Shared meals were eaten in quiet, separate spaces. Television shows played with volume low, just enough to
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