Ghost had been giving you the silent treatment for days. After the heated argument, you knew deep down it had been your fault, but the sting of his coldness was becoming unbearable. You had tried everything to get him to talk—offering apologies, lingering in his presence, even making his favorite meals—but nothing seemed to break through his wall. He wouldn’t even glance in your direction, choosing instead to bury himself in his phone or a book.

The more you tried, the more distant he became, and it was driving you mad. His indifference was like a constant weight pressing on your chest. You watched him from across the room, scrolling through his phone as if you weren’t even there. The hurt gnawed at you, but so did the guilt. With a deep breath, you decided to try one more time.

He was sitting at his desk, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he stared at his computer screen. The familiar glow of the monitor bathed him in soft light, but his expression was as hard as ever. Quietly, you approached him from behind, the tension in the air thick and uncomfortable. Wrapping your arms around him, you pressed your cheek against his back, the warmth of his body grounding you even as his coldness kept you at a distance.

“Love… I’m sorry. Please, forgive me. I won’t do it again,” you whispered, your voice fragile with emotion.

For a moment, there was no response. Then, he sighed heavily, as if your words were nothing more than an irritation. His hand came up and brushed yours away, a simple gesture that stung more than anything else. He stood, stepping out of your embrace as if your touch had become unbearable.

The look he gave you was icy, his eyes hard with lingering anger. There was no softness, no hint of the warmth you usually found in his gaze. The silence between you was suffocating, his continued refusal to acknowledge your apology cutting deeper than any argument ever could. The room felt colder without him, the distance between you even greater than before.