Nathan still hadn't come home.
Days had passed, but his absence filled every room like a heavy breath that refused to fade.
Elena stayed behind, quiet.
She cooked, cleaned, sat by the window — pretending to be fine,
but every small thing in that house reminded her of him.
His perfume still lingered on the pillow.
His hoodie still hung by the chair.
And every time the wind blew the curtain open,
it felt like the house itself missed him too.
Nathan, on the other hand, drowned himself in music.
He spent long hours in the studio — not creating, just escaping.
He told his fans something was coming soon,
a new drop, a new sound.
But deep down, the only thing he wanted to drop
was the weight sitting in his chest.
Sometimes he'd scroll through TikTok,
watching people dance to beats he used to love —
and the comments under his posts said things like,
"Man, you sound different lately."
They didn't know his difference had a name —
Elena.
He'd smile on camera, post a few clips,
but the captions said what his mouth didn't:
"Sometimes silence says more than words."
"Working through the noise in my head."
Elena saw it all.
Every post, every caption.
She could feel him —
angry, disappointed, but still listening somehow.
She didn't text for a while,
still giving him space to breathe,
to think,
to find his words.
But one evening, her heart couldn't hold the weight anymore.
She opened their chat — the same one where his voice once felt like home —
and typed:
"Babe… I really want us to talk about this.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
Please give me the chance to explain.
Anytime you're ready to talk, I'm here."
She sent it.
The message turned blue.
Seen.
But no reply came.
She waited.
Minutes turned to hours, hours to night.
Still nothing.
That silence hurt more than his anger.
Because anger meant he still cared.
Silence felt like he was slowly erasing her.
Elena locked her phone,
placed it by her pillow,
and whispered to the ceiling,
"God… please, just let him remember the good in me."
Then she closed her eyes —
not to sleep,
but to hide from a world that suddenly felt too loud without him.