Then she waited. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of sitting with herself.
Then, on a Thursday morning when she’d already decided to let go of hope, her phone buzzed. A single line from Leo: whatsapp unblocked
So Lena did something that terrified her more than any argument. She sat down with a notebook—actual paper, not a screen—and wrote. Not to him. For herself. She wrote about the fight, yes, but she also wrote about the weeks before it: the stress at work, the sleepless nights, the way she’d started treating her own feelings like enemies instead of guests. She wrote about how she’d used Leo as a punching bag for fears he hadn’t caused. She wrote until her hand cramped and the words stopped feeling like weapons and started feeling like… truth. Then she waited