Finding silence was easier once the phone clicked dead. Three full days passed without a glance at any screen. Daniel's voice still echoed, though I stayed offline.
Blue messages. No reply. His number just rings once now before cutting off. Each time I check, still nothing since Tuesday.
Was it right. Three days passed while I questioned everything. Maybe not. Each hour stretched longer than the last. Could have been wrong. The doubt stayed sharp, constant, close. Probably was.
That first evening, Ella showed up at my door. She stayed close as tears rolled down my face. Called me foolish without hesitation. Said sorting things out was non-negotiable. Space now, she said - then win him back later.
"You chose him," she'd said. "But you didn't show up. So now you have to show up. Really show up."
"What if it's too late?"
"Then it's too late. But you have to try."
