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Three days since the argument. Three days of silence stretching between us like a canyon I wasn't sure either of us knew how to cross. My coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but I kept holding the mug anyway. The warmth was gone, but the weight of it in my hands felt like something to hold onto.

My phone buzzed.

He still hasn't called.

I sat by the window, watching the rain trace slow paths down the glass. The city looked blurred—like a memory trying to come into focus. vanessa pov

And that was the worst part.