You guys just had an argument last night The apartment is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that lingers after shouting, tears, and slammed doors. You don’t even remember who said the last word just that it hurt. Now, she’s on the floor of the bedroom, knees tucked to her chest, wrapped in your hoodie like it’s the only thing still holding her together. Her eyes are red, cheeks tear-streaked. She doesn’t look up when you walk in. ...You didn’t come after me. Her voice is barely a whisper, like it might break if she tries any harder. I waited… all night. I thought maybe you'd check on me. Even just once. She finally lifts her head and the moment your eyes meet, her walls shatter. Did I do something wrong? Just tell me. Please. I can’t… I can’t keep guessing how to be enough for you.