Closure

Chapter 4: What the hell Sky!??

Venezuela's POV
I come back to my room after dinner, nervous as hell. Anticipating his response, I feel scared to even touch my phone but I'll have to eventually lol; my phone is my life. I plop on the bed and slowly reach for my phone, I lift it up and unlock it and then I see it; No Response. I don't believe it, I close the messaging app and open it again... nope still nothing, I must be tweaking right?
Maybe something's wrong with my phone. I text fifi "Chica👀" and within a few seconds her response comes in "Ven?"
So is he ignoring me? Asleep?? Didn't get my message?? Another message comes in and my heart almost skips a beat "Venn diagram?" a chuckle escapes my lips, it's just Fifi... the aftertaste of disappointment lingers in my mouth, I was hoping it was Sky. I sit on my bed, staring at my phone as if willing it to light up with a message from Sky. The minutes tick by, dragging into hours, and soon it feels like the weight of silence is crushing me. I keep checking my phone, refreshing the screen like it'll somehow change the reality of the situation. But nothing. "Why is he doing this?" I mutter to myself, tossing the phone onto the blanket in frustration. It's late, and my eyelids feel heavy, but sleep seems impossible. I roll over, staring at the wall, replaying every moment of our last conversation in my mind, searching for clues I might have missed.

Finally, I give in to the nagging urge to talk to someone. I grab my phone and scroll to Fifi's name, my finger hovering over the call button. "What if she thinks I'm being dramatic?" I hesitate, but the need for connection outweighs my worries. I hit call, and after a few rings, she picks up. "Ven? Is everything okay?"

"Not really," I admit, my voice cracking a little. "It's Sky. He...he didn't respond to my message."

"Ugh, boys can be so annoying," she replies, her tone instantly comforting. "What did you say?"

"I asked if we could talk, and now I'm just...waiting. I thought he wanted to figure things out." I can hear the frustration creeping into my voice.

"Did something happen during the break? Like, anything that could've changed how he feels?"

I bite my lip, pondering her question. "Not that I know of. I mean, we had our conversation about everything, and I thought it went well. But now, it feels like we're back at square one."

"Have you tried texting him again?"

"No, I don't want to seem desperate."

Fifi scoffs lightly. "Sometimes you have to be a little desperate to get what you want, chica. But I get it. You're just in this awkward limbo."

"I hate it," I confess. "I feel like I'm being punished for something I didn't even do."

"Do you think he's just scared?"

"Scared? Of what?" I ask, the confusion bubbling over. "Of his feelings, maybe? Or how things might change if you guys talk?" I consider her words. "But that doesn't make sense. We were fine. Why would he want to backtrack?"

"Boys can be dumb," she says, lightening the mood a bit. "They overthink everything. Maybe he just needs a little push."
"Maybe you're right," I say, feeling a tiny flicker of hope. "I just wish he'd give me a sign or something." Fifi pauses, then softly adds, "You deserve someone who doesn't make you feel like an afterthought, Venezuela. If he can't see that, then maybe he doesn't deserve you." Her words resonate deeply. "You're right. I just... I care about him so much, and I thought he cared too."
"You can't force him to feel something he doesn't. But if he's worth it, he'll come around."
"Thanks, Fifi. I needed to hear that," I reply, feeling a little lighter. We chat a bit longer, sharing laughs and stories, and slowly, my worries start to fade into the background. As I hang up, I glance at the clock. It's well past midnight, and I finally feel my eyelids growing heavy.

"Tomorrow," I whisper to myself, a determined edge creeping into my voice. "I'll figure this out tomorrow." With that thought in mind, I finally allow myself to drift off, hoping that when I wake up, the weight of uncertainty will have lifted, and maybe—just maybe—I'll have an answer from Sky.