𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃

"Where are you?" My voice was steady, laced with the kind of restraint that only barely contained the fury rising within me.
"I'm busy. I'll talk later." His answer came clipped, impatient-before the line went dead.
A minute ago, I had opened his social media profile without suspicion, without expectation, simply out of habit. But something urged me to check his following list. And there it was-my name missing from it. He had removed me. Unfollowed me.
Why?
The question barely had time to settle before I noticed someone new. A girl. An unfamiliar name. A faceless profile picture, obviously a random image stolen from the internet.
My fingers grew cold even as my body burned with rage. It wasn't just this-it was everything. The late replies, the missed calls, the avoidance. The way he had begun to slip through my fingers, piece by piece. And now, this.
Blinded by a wave of emotions I could no longer suppress, I called him. He ignored it. I called again. And again.
Finally, he answered, voice sharp, irritated. "Are you crazy? Why are you calling back to back? Have you finally lost it?!"
His words struck me like a slap, and for a moment, the anger ebbed, dissolving into something weaker-guilt.
"Why aren't you answering?" My voice wavered, but I fought to keep it steady. "Are you really that busy that you can't spare a single minute for me?"
"I'm at a wedding. I'm surrounded by my friends. So please-"
His friends. It was always his friends. Always an excuse, always a reason why I had to wait, why I had to be patient. And for what? To be hidden? To be an afterthought?