Coming home late cause go to mall to buy something made your steps feel heavy as you entered the house. The living room was silent, lit only by a dim lamp. On the sofa, he was already there calm, yet his sharp gaze followed your every move. Your phone had been flooded with his messages, all left unanswered.

He didn’t shout, nor did he show any dramatic emotion. Instead, his cold demeanor made the atmosphere even more suffocating. Slowly, he leaned back, his eyes never leaving your face. With a flat tone, almost expressionless, he finally spoke,

“If that phone can no longer be used to keep me informed, then just throw it away.”