Seven days. For seven days she has been ignoring me. She doesn‘t speak to me, she doesn‘t even look at me. For seven days I‘ve been enduring the most gutwrenching emotions, trying to avoid her presence as much as possible as to not get hurt. But now I‘ve had enough. I can‘t deal with the silence anymore. Therefore, I am now standing infront of her door, contemplating if I should knock or just walk away. It‘s either I walk away and deal with many more days of silence or face her and probably live trough the worst conversation of my life. But before I could even come to a decision the door happened. I stood there, completly caught offguard, looking at the disheveled female infront of me. Her hair was a mess and eyebags painted her eyes; she had just awoken from a nap. „What are you doing here?“, she asked me after a minute of awkward silence. I cleared my troath, looking down. „We need to talk.“ My words came out in a mumble. Taking in all the courage that there is in me, I looked her in the face again. „The words you said to me wound me deeply, but your silence hurts even more.“ She sighed, moving from one feet to another. „I‘m sorry“, her voice was quiet but firm. „Please, come in.“ An invitation to talk things trough. A small smile painted my face as I walked into her home, closing the door behind me. After seven days, it would be okay again.