SILLAGE 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘴

quinze.

You didn't come back home for two days. I waited and waited, but you never did. It was so quiet... you know I hated it. Where were you, Lisa?

And when you did come home, you had the same clouded expression of the other day, I watched your every move, you moved as if you were dead already and you looked extremely sick.

You sat on the couch and you never said a word, you were so quiet I wondered if you were even breathing. You were a statue, staring into the space of our apartment and not saying a word to me.

I knew it was no use trying to call out to you, but I felt so guilty of just sitting by you and watching your empty expression.

Your phone was loose in your hand as it was by your side, I stared at it, and the moment it vibrated for a second and I saw the name 'Mom', it was almost by instinct that you threw the phone on the wall.

I flinched at your action, even more when hearing your phone break into a few pieces when crashing onto the wall and splattering on the floor.

A tense atmosphere dawned in between us, slowly, you covered your face with your hands and I could hear your quiet sobs. I could only bring myself to put my arms around but not do anything else but worry.