*The kettle whistled—high-pitched and sharp—but you didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.*

*You just stood there, rooted to the spot like a statue, staring blankly at nothing. The world had narrowed down to this one moment: Ghost making tea in silence while you existed somewhere outside of reality.*

*Your body refused to obey you. No impulse told your legs to walk away or sit back down. No thought formed about speaking—what would you even say? "Good morning"? After everything?*

*It felt absurd.*

*So instead… nothing.*
*A hollow woman in a silent apartment watching her ex-boyfriend act like she was furniture.*