8 days later
Andrew
I can’t help but check my phone obsessively, my fingers dancing restlessly over the screen, endlessly refreshing the messages. I can feel Ethan's annoyed gaze on me, but I can't tear my eyes away from the device. I can’t stop hoping for an answer!
"Can you stop checking your phone?" Ethan grumbles, his patience wearing thin.
"No, I cannot," I reply, shooting him a glare.
I refresh the page once more, longing for any sign of her. Nothing. It’s just like it was five minutes ago… Just like it was yesterday… Just like it’s been every damn day since she left.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, almost moving on their own, driven by an undeniable urge to reach out to her.
The A Hud: Ethan just called me out for checking my phone every two seconds during our weekly bru
