In the corner of my vision, the notification light on my phone blinked blue. Again. Again again again. Never when I looked right at it. Just in my peripheral.
Still, I picked the phone up. Swiped the screen open. No app notifications. No one to communicate with me. Not even a dumb automated political message.
Maybe I should text someone. Just to see a real notification light, break the illusion.
But who would reply? Who would care?
This was my life now. I had pushed everyone away. I slipped my phone into my pocket to hide the silence from myself.
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