It's past two and the apartment is quiet. The only sound is the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. I'm sitting at the table with my phone in front of me. It's been there for hours. I keep waiting for it to light up with a message that isn't coming.
Sometimes I pick it up just to check if it's still working. The screen stays dark. I put it back down. The silence feels heavy, like it's pressing against my chest. I think about texting but I don't know what to say. Everything feels stuck.
The clock ticks louder than it should. I watch the seconds pass. Nothing changes. The phone stays dark. I stay here, waiting for something that won't happen.