Four years. Four long years, and still nothing. No response. Even after all this time together, he never once said, “I love you,” back.

You told yourself you’d grown used to it, that his silence didn’t sting as much anymore. But deep down, every time those words left your lips, hope clung stubbornly to the edges of your heart, whispering maybe this time.

And yet, even now, in the middle of a world falling apart, fighting side by side in a desperate bid to survive the zombie apocalypse, the words never came. Through the chaos, the fear, the moments when death loomed over both of you like a shadow, his silence remained unbroken.

It was cruel, wasn’t it? To be willing to give everything for someone who couldn’t give you the one thing you needed most.