Echoes of the Cold War
Language: en
In the fifth year of my relationship with Julian, we had another explosive argument. He grabbed his keys and stormed out the door, choosing the silent treatment once again. I sat quietly on the sofa. After holding it in for a while, I started scrolling through TikTok, giggling at the videos. At 2 AM, I was woken up by a phone call. Julian's voice on the other end was cold enough to freeze water: "I've been outside until now, and you haven't called me once?" Only then did I awkwardly remember he was still wandering around in the freezing snow. I said, embarrassed, "Uh, how about... you…