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3rd Person's POV
By the third day, Ethan was at his breaking point. He finally texted Noah back, but there was still no reply.
At first, he convinced himself Noah just needed some space too. Maybe he was upset about Ethan leaving him at the diner or ignoring his earlier messages. But as the hours dragged on without a single word from him, his excuses started to sound thin, more like denial than reason.
The first time he reached out again, he kept it short and sweet:
Ethan: Hey. Can we talk?
But it fell flat, no checkmark and no "read." Just that empty gray bubble hovering in nothingness.
A few hours later, he tried again:
Ethan: Noah, please. I just want to know you're okay.
Nothing still.
By day four, he was calling, his voice shaky even though he kept telling himself it was just frustration, not worry. The calls went straight to voicemail, no ring, no answer. Just that heavy silence.
