He ignored me.
One day.
Then two.
Then three
Blocked everywhere.
Calls failed. Messages undelivered. No profile picture. No last seen.
Nothing.
It felt like I didn't exist.
The first day, I cried quietly.
The second day, I stopped crying.
I just… felt empty.
Food lost its taste.
I pushed my plate away at dinner.
Mumma noticed.
"You're not eating properly these days," she said softly.
"I'm fine," I lied.
Papa looked at me over his glasses.
"Come to the showroom tomorrow. Let's get you that new car you liked."
A new car.
Another gift.
Another distraction.
Nothing mattered.
They offered shopping.
Jewelry.
A weekend trip.
And all I wanted—
Was a message from a boy who had blocked me.
How pathetic.
I lost Adray.
I pushed him away.
And now—
The only person I had left had erased me.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling.
My phone in my hand.
Waiting for something that wasn't coming.
On the third evening—
My phone buzzed.
Unknown notification.
My heart jumped.
I opened it.
Shivrit.
Unblocked.
What's up?
That was it.
Two days of silence.
Two days of breaking.
Two days of me shrinking into nothing.
And he sends—
What's up?
I stared at the screen.
Anger rose inside me.
I should ignore him.
I should make him wait.
I should make him feel what I felt.
I typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Deleted.
My hands were shaking.
How can he act normal?
How can he pretend nothing happened?
After everything?
After blocking me?
After yelling at me?
I should ignore him.
I should.
But I can't.
Because the truth is—
The moment I saw his name,
My heart felt alive again.
I replied.
Nothing. You?
Three dots appeared instantly.
Missed me?
My breath caught.
I wanted to say no.
I wanted to lie.
Instead—
You blocked me.
You were being annoying, he replied casually.
Annoying.
Two days of agony reduced to that word.
"I was worried," I typed.
You worry too much.
No apology.
No explanation.
Just dismissal.
And yet—
I stayed.
Because somewhere in those two days,
I realized something terrifying.
There was no way out anymore.
I had cut off the only person who protected me.
I had burned that bridge myself.
Now all I had—
Was him.
And he knew it.