Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Nine
The silence did not just sit in the apartment; it felt like a living, breathing entity that had crawled into the spaces where Khalid’s laughter, his deep voice, and his heavy footsteps used to be. For the first few days, I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the phone to vibrate, waiting for a text message, a single word, or even an accidental call that would prove he was still out there and that he hadn't completely erased me from his life. But my phone remained completely dead, a cold piece of metal and glass that offered absolutely no comfort. Every hour that passed felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, making it harder and harder to draw a full breath. The silence was deafening, a loud, ringing emptiness that amplifie
