Chapter One Hundred And Forty Seven
A whole week passed, but the pain did not go away. Every morning, I woke up in my old bedroom and felt a heavy weight on my chest. The apartment felt too quiet, too cold, and completely empty. The first thing I did every single day was grab my phone from the nightstand. My fingers would shake as I tapped the screen, praying to see a missed call, a text message, or even just a blank notification from his number.
But there was never anything. There was only total, crushing silence.
I spent most of my days sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. I kept hoping that this was all just a terrible nightmare. I kept telling myself that maybe Khalid would suddenly appear at my door. I imagined him standing there in his heavy dark jacket, lo
