The atmosphere inside the small, dimly lit apartment was thick with tension, a palpable weight that hung heavily in the air. The remnants of the heated argument between Carl and me from the previous night still lingered, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. As I groggily woke up to the rays of morning light filtering through the curtains, I couldn't help but notice the disappointment etched on Carl's face.
When I mustered the courage to ask him if he wanted breakfast, his response was a curt shake of the head. It was evident that he had no desire to spend time with me outside or even share a table in the communal lounge. His actions spoke volumes, and I knew I had hurt him deeply with my stubbornness and defiance.
