I took a cab home and grabbed my luggage.By the time I boarded my flight out of the country, Aaron still had not replied.I scrolled back through our chat history. Almost all of it was me chattering away, complaining about the weather and the price of groceries or asking what he liked to eat.He rarely replied. When he did, it was usually just "Oh," "Mm," or "Whatever," a few flat, indifferent words at most.I remembered the chat history between him and Vivian that I had seen the night I went through his phone. No matter what she sent, he replied to every single message.Even when work kept him busy for hours, he would eventually scroll back through their conversation and respond to each one individually.With someone he liked, he could talk endlessly. With someone he did not love, he might as well have been mute.After all these years, Aaron was still exactly the same.I stopped waiting for a reply. Without hesitation, I blocked him and deleted his contact.-Third-Person PO
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