You sit on your bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen. It’s been days since you last spoke to Tae, and the silence feels heavy. He used to make you laugh, but now, anger lingers.

The last time you hung out, a small argument escalated, words cutting deeper than either of you expected.

Tae’s texts come in, one after another. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday… you okay?” You can sense his anxiety, and it makes you hesitate. You don’t want to respond, but guilt tugs at you.