The air is thick with unsaid words, the tension almost palpable.
It hangs between us, a barrier neither of us seems willing to cross.
She takes a breath, steadying herself, and I can see the resolve in her eyes.
But even that feels distant, like it’s meant for someone else.
“Can we talk?” she asks, finally breaking the silence.
Her voice is softer now, almost tentative.
As if she fears the answer.
“About what?” I reply, keeping my tone neutral.
She hesitates, searching for the right words.
But there are no right words.
