My Frostbite Healed Without You
Language: en
Three years of long-distance, a solid month of overtime just to scrape together enough vacation days to see my girlfriend, and then—she went completely radio silent. I waited alone in a freezing, unfamiliar train station for ten agonizing hours before she finally sent a casual, slow reply. On the phone, my best friend’s voice bubbled up, teasing and carefree: “Logan, surprise! I got to explore Chicago first. It’s amazing here, and Serena is literally the perfect tour guide!” He babbled on, sharing little inside jokes and stories as if he hadn't noticed the thirty missed calls lighting up…