Zephyra's POV
I hadn't seen Astraea since the night we kissed.
At first, I told myself I'd wait it out. That I had pride, and that I wasn't going to be that girl, the one who falls apart just because someone didn't call or text the next day. I wasn't going to chase her. I wasn't going to act like a lovesick idiot, but it had been over two days.
Two days, and nothing. No call, no text, no random glitch where she accidentally appeared in my bedroom again. Just radio silence.
I gave it until last night before I finally cracked.
I told myself I was just going to check in. Maybe she thought I still needed space, or maybe she was waiting for me to say something first. Maybe she was confused or worried or, hell, I don't know. I just wanted to hear her voice, but when I called, it went straight to voicemail.
No ring, and no "hello." Just that cold, robotic voice telling me to leave a message.
I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say anything into that void. So instead, I sent a text.
