The next day felt like one long migraine.
I hadn’t seen Skylar since yesterday, hadn’t gotten a single reply to my one thousand and one calls or texts.
My phone screen was a graveyard of unanswered messages—Sky, talk to me. Please. Where are you?—all left on read, if at all.
Or worse, not even delivered.
It was like she’d disappeared, and the silence was driving me insane.
Lectures? Forget it.
I sat in the lecture hall, pen in hand, pretending to take notes while my eyes burned holes into the screen of my phone. The professor’s voice droned like white noise. I couldn’t follow a single point in microeconomics or whatever the hell he was teaching.
Every vibration of my phone jolted my chest like defibrillator paddles, only to find it was some useless group chat notification or Etha
