129 #Breath

Kiera

I stare at my phone, blankly dialing the same number for the 10th time, hoping for a response that never comes. Frustration begins to build as I realize that my calls are being ignored.

"I hate you..." I mutter under my breath, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. "Why isn't he picking up his call ?" I wonder, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring.

"Jason..." I sighed, throwing my phone on the bed before collapsing onto the mattress, defeated. The silence in the room only amplifies my feelings of loneliness and despair.

I don't know why I feel like this, but the emptiness in my chest is suffocating. I close my eyes, trying to push away the overwhelming sense of loneliness.

I need to understand that he might be busy, he can't be available 24/ 7. But the uncertainty gnaws at me, leaving me feeling lost and disconnected.

I am so bored; this four-walled room feels like a prison, trapping me in my own thoughts. I wanted to go out, but Jason strictly advised me to stay home