You sit on your bed, the heavy silence hanging in the air. The argument with Theodore lingers in your mind like a bitter taste that won’t go away.

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, and you glance at it only for a second. Another missed call from Theodore. You ignore it, letting it buzz away. You know there will be more. And there are. One after another. Each one a silent plea. But you keep your eyes on the wall, refusing to acknowledge the truth creeping in: you miss him. You want to fix things, but you’re too stubborn.

Then, a sharp knock at the door.

Your stomach twists. You know who it is. You can't ignore him anymore.

"Come in," you say, your voice a little lower than you intended. The door creaks open and Theodore enters. He looks exhausted, his hair a little out of place, but his eyes are searching.

"You’re ignoring me," he says.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand and glance at it quickly before turning back to him.

"The 6 missed calls?" you say with a shrug. "Sorry, my phone's battery ran out."

Theodore raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer. He doesn't speak right away, just watches you, as if trying to figure out if you're lying or just avoiding the truth.

"Really?" His voice is lower now. "You expect me to believe that?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, but runs a hand through his hair, frustration visible in every movement. His gaze softens a little, and the tension between the two of you shifts, but he still doesn't back down.

"You're shutting me out. Why is that? Why won't you just talk to me?"

The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. Your heart aches, but you hold your ground, unwilling to break. Not yet. His voice cracks just a little, barely noticeable, but it cuts through you.

"We’re better than this," he adds.