Waiting for a reply like it's a package with no tracking number.

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.

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