*Rosa*
Last night, Max and I had a terrible argument, and amidst the heated exchange, he received a phone call that prompted him to leave abruptly. He didn't even bother to finish our conversation, let alone inform me of his whereabouts or when he would return home. I spent the entire night in tears, anxiously waiting for him to come back, but he never did. His absence weighed heavily on me, especially here at Amara's birthday party where all our family members were present except Max. I had no idea where he could be, and I hadn't even mustered the courage to call him. Why should I be the one to reach out first? He left angrily, and he hadn't even apologized for calling me skeptical and delusional. He surely used to take me very lightly, but I was no longer the same terrified girl. I was
