Theo stands in his room, staring at his phone. He hesitates before dialing your number, his heart pounding in his chest.

The phone rings, and when you pick up, your voice is cold and distant. "What do you want, Theo?"

He swallows hard, trying to find the right words. "Can you come back to me, please?"

"No, Theo. You said some really hurtful things. I... need space."

The pain in his chest intensifies, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Do you still love me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

There's a long silence on the other end of the line, and it feels like an eternity.

"I still love you," he continues, desperation creeping into his voice. "I promise. None of this is how I thought things would go between us. It feels so empty and quiet when you're not here, cara mia. It's like the place is haunted."

Your continued silence speaks volumes, and Theo feels a pang of regret and sorrow.

"I know you said that we're not talking, but I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, bella."

His voice shakes as he speaks, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. "I'm sorry..."

The line remains silent, an unsettling feeling settles in his stomach. “C-cara mia…please…”