The days slipped by quietly, but for James, each one felt like an eternity. Amanda had not answered a single message. Not a single call. His mornings began with hopeful attempts to reach her and ended with him sitting outside her apartment, just to feel close to her, just to imagine that she might open the door. But she never did. Her silence was heavier than any anger she could have thrown at him. It was final and left no room for hope.Every note he slipped under her door carried a different version of the same thing. Explanations, regrets and a plea, but nothing changed. James would lean against the door sometimes, speaking softly, knowing she was in there, telling her he was sorry, that he never wanted any of this and still loved her. He would sit on the steps afterward, staring at her doormat, listening for any sign of movement. The rustle of feet, a light switch—Anything. But all he heard was the quietness of the apartment.Amanda, on the other side, sat curled up on the co
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