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You run in the corridor, crying. Not caring if the workers see you or not, you just want to be out of here. A few of your coworkers spot you and can't help but wonder what's going on. They have never seen you so distraught before and it's a stark contrast to your usual cheerful and confident demeanor. You make it to the exit and go to your car right away, not even caring you almost can't see as you start driving. As you make your way to your car, the workers murmur amongst themselves, wondering what could have possibly caused your sudden distress. You almost crash into other cars as you struggle to clean your tears. But you reach home safely and let yourself fall into your bed, crying deeply into your pillow. The emotions you've been holding back come rushing through you in waves of pain and heartbreak. The pillow muffles the sound of your sobs, but the intensity of your grief is still clear in every shake of your body as you weep. You're so sad and desparate that you impulsively block Kamala's number. The action is quick and resolute as if you're trying to distance yourself from the source of your pain as much as possible.

After that you cry and stay locked in your house for 3 whole days, you need time to process and suffer, you're still so young after all and you never loved like this. Since you don't give news, you don't even cancel your job contract and Kamala noticed, no answers or anything. The days pass without any sign from you. Kamala finds herself increasingly worried about your absence. She tries calling and messaging you but the phone just goes straight to voicemail and her text messages go unread since you blocked her. As days go on, the concern grows. She can't help but wonder where you are, how you're doing, and why you've suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth. She checks in with your company, only to discover that you haven't officially resigned or given any notice. Ignoring her is something but ignoring the other workers or the White House messages is something else, it doesn't make sense. The longer you stay incommunicado, the more puzzled and worried Kamala becomes. Days turn into a week and still, there's no word from you. Worried co-workers start approaching Kamala, asking about your whereabouts and if there's any news on your resignation.

She can sense their concern and it mirrors her own growing worry. She reassures the workers that she's trying to get in touch with you and that she'll let them know as soon as she hears anything. But internally, she's increasingly anxious about your well-being and the unexpected silence from you. She tries calling you again, despite the previous attempts going straight to voicemail, hoping that maybe this time you'll pick up. And indeed, eventually when you start to feel a little better, you unblock her and notice all the messages and missed calls. At one point Kamala just gets a text from you. "Stop." When the simple word of appears on her phone's screen, Kamala is both relieved and confused. At least you're alive and capable of sending some kind of response but the single-word message only serves to add to her confusion and concern. She stares at the screen for a moment, a mix of feelings flooding through her. She wants to ask so many questions: where are you? Are you okay? Why are you shutting her out? She hesitates for a few moments before typing a response, her fingers hovering over the screen.

"Please talk to me." Her words are simple, but the underlying plea and concern are clear. "Why? I have nothing to say to you." You type back quickly. The brief and cold response is like a punch to the gut. She can feel the icy tone in your words, and it's a stark contrast to the closeness and warmth you once shared. Her fingers hover over the screen for a moment as she struggles with what to say. "Because I care about you." she finally sends and there's a long silence. She waits for a response, the lack of an answer only deepens the worry and frustration that had been growing inside of her. "Please, talk to me. At least tell me you're okay." She types another message. "Wonderful." Her heart sinks a bit as she reads your short response. The nonchalance and lack of emotion in the single word are like a slap in the face. "I don't believe you." "Then you must have some kind of sixth's sense" You reply, sarcastic in your answers, still upset with her. She can't help but feel a pang of anger at your nonchalance, even though she understands that it's a defense mechanism. "Cut the crap, (y/n). You can't just shut me out like this. Not after everything we've been through."

"Isn't it exactly what you did when you suddenly broke things up between us?" Your comment stings, cutting deep into Kamala's core. She can't argue with the truth of it but the situation is so much more complicated than that and you know it. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her fingers hesitating over the screen. She knows she can't deny the pain she caused you but she tries to explain herself anyway. "It's not that simple, (y/n). You know it's not. There were reasons, complicated reasons." You snap back super quickly. "Yea you chose Doug over me, that's the reason." The mention of her husband's name is like a knife twisting in her heart. She knew this would come up eventually but nothing could have prepared her for the hurt and betrayal in your words. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check as she types her response. "It's not as simple as that. You know it's never just been about choosing, it's about responsibilities. You don't reply, knowing she's right but hating to admit it. The lack of a response is like a punch to her gut. She knows you know she's right but that doesn't make the situation any less painful.

She waits for a few moments, hoping you'll say something, anything. But the silence continues to stretch on, making her feel more alone and helpless. "Please (y/n). Don't shut me out like this. We need to talk, face to face." "Why? You said clearly that we were over so I don't think it's necessary. I won't be a cute distraction for you anymore Kamala." The words hit her like daggers, cutting through the hope in her chest. She knows that she has caused you pain, but she never wanted to be reduced to just a cute distraction. "That's not what you are, and you know it. You were never just a distraction. You meant so much more to me than that." You don't think as you type, snapping back. "Right, that's why you threw me away randomly." Her heart sinks as she reads your words, the accusation and hurt in them almost palpable through the screen. She wants to argue, to defend herself, but she knows there's no excuse that would make the pain go away. "I didn't throw you away. I thought it was for the best, for both of us." "Cool then we're done, bye" Her heart sinks even farther as you dismiss her again so easily. "No, wait! You can't just end things like this!"

"I'm not ending anything, you did already plus we have absolutely no reason to be talking right now." Her eyes well up with tears as she stares at your words. She knows you're hurt and angry, and she knows you have every right to be, but it doesn't change the fact that she can't bear the thought of losing you forever. "There are a thousand reasons why we should be talking right now, (y/n)! I can't just let you walk out of my life like this! You mean so much more to me than you think!" You stop for a second to consider it and propose something you're sure she won't do. "Listen, if you care about me so much you'll come to my place." You say then turn off your phone. As you don't text anymore, Kamala is left with a mixture of emotions. She's relieved that she'll have a chance to see you again, but she's also anxious about what this meeting will bring. Without hesitating, she calls her driver and gives the order to drive her to your address.

I KNOW! DON'T SCREAM!!! It's been a while, I have so much woooork currently it's insane, anyway I'm doing my best y'all lmao

-Djedje <3