Neither of us has sent a single text. Three whole days. And it's not like we're fighting — we're just both waiting for the other one to crack first.
I know for a fact she's opened the chat. I've opened it too. Typed something. Stared at it. Deleted it. Closed the app. Repeat this like twelve times a day.
Apparently this is what friendship looks like at 16. Two people who talk every single day, now locked in a silent battle nobody declared, both too stubborn to press send.