Read at 2:14. It's 2:58. I've aged a decade.

Seen at 9:14 p.m. Investigation ongoing.

Analyzing their last message like it's evidence in a mystery series.

Me pretending I'm not checking if they've been online. I'm checking.

Left on read so long the message got its own birthday.

They didn't ghost me. They're just haunting someone else now.

Me checking if the message delivered for the 37th time.