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The rest of the day dragged on in a haze of silence and heavy thoughts. I stayed bundled up in bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, pretending that whatever popped up on my feed was interesting. It was just noise—colors flashing, fake laughter, only making the quiet in this house feel even more pronounced.
Now and then, I could hear soft footsteps downstairs, the clatter of dishes, and low voices that quiet down whenever I came out of my room. It was tense. The kind of quiet that seems to be holding its breath, waiting for someone to lose it again.
I came across a post from Gigi—some meme about dramatic breakups, and just then, my phone buzzes with her message once again.
Gigi💅🏾: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah, I'm fine.
Gigi💅🏾: You don't sound fine, even over text.
Me: I'm just tired.
At least that part isn't a lie.
