The silence around me makes every notification of a reply feel louder. And in the beat after the notification, the quiet is nearly deafening, making me feel lonelier.
While being alone was the whole point of this trip, I can’t help but text Logan. Just to see how he is and cut through the quiet.
Me:
made it to the cabin, settled in, turned on Home Alone. what about you?
Golden Boy:
a woman after my own heart. please tell me you also love watching Christmas movies?
Me:
I do. though not only Hollywood ones
Golden Boy:
I’m curious. Want to share titles? Maybe a few you think I’d like?
Me:
nah, they’re in Russian
Golden Boy:
Ever heard of these things called subtitles?
Me:
that’s the only way I watch movies, genius
Golden Boy:
my point exactly
Me:
I’ll think about it and make you a list
Golden Boy:
thanks what does the cabin look like?
Me:
it’s cozy and cute. Definitely has a postcard vibe. though Chloe thinks I’m gonna lose my mind in the silence
Golden Boy:
good thing she’s there to keep you company
I blink at the screen. Should I correct him, remind him that I’m here alone? No. He can think whatever he wants.
Golden Boy:
so, Queen, are you texting me because you miss me?
Queen? My heart does a stupid little flip, sending my pulse into a sprint.
