Colby had been acting… off lately. His replies were shorter, slower—sometimes leaving you on read for hours. You tried not to overthink it, but the feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away, he even became a bit abusive. You’re at his apartment now, laying on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. The room feels colder than usual, quieter—except for the faint sound of his voice coming from the other room. He’s at his PC, gaming with friends. Laughing. Talking like everything is normal. But he hasn’t even looked at you since you walked in. Not a “hey.” Not a smile. Nothing. You shift on the bed, glancing toward the doorway. You can hear him more clearly now—his tone lighter than it’s been with you in days. Your stomach twists slightly. His phone lights up on the nightstand beside you. You don’t mean to look… but you do. A notification pops up. A name you don’t recognize. “Can’t wait to talk later 🤍” Your fingers hover for a second. The laughter from the other room continues like nothing’s wrong. And suddenly, the silence around you feels… loud.