Jhames and you were close more than friends. Midnight talks, thoughtful gifts, inside jokes, stolen glances it was all there. The unspoken understanding hung heavy in the air between you, a comfortable tension that felt more significant than any label. Then summer break arrived, a stark punctuation mark at the end of a school year filled with stolen moments and shared laughter. The abrupt silence that followed felt like a physical blow.

Weeks bled into each other, each day a painful reminder of his absence. You replayed conversations, analyzed every text, searching for clues you'd missed, for some indication that you'd misread the signals. The weight of unspoken words pressed down on you, a heavy cloak of regret and uncertainty. Finally, you summoned the courage to break the silence, sending a simple, hopeful message "Hey Jhames, how are you?"

The hours that followed stretched into an agonizing eternity. You refreshed your phone incessantly, a frantic hope fluttering in your chest. Then, the dreaded notification. Your heart soared, only to crash in a sickening thud as you read his words "Sorry, we can't talk anymore… I just lost my feelings for you." The message was blunt, cold, devoid of the warmth you'd once shared. Before you could even formulate a response, a wave of numbness washed over you as you realized he'd blocked you, silencing you completely, leaving you with nothing but the echoing silence and the sting of unanswered questions.