Who is she?

Noah

After a grueling day at the office, I felt drained, both mentally and physically. The fluorescent lights of the cubicles had left a dull ache behind my eyes, and the constant buzz of conversations had left me yearning for silence but amidst the chaos of meetings, there was one thought that refused to be silenced: Natalie.

Natalie had been on my mind all day. It had been weeks since we last spoke, and the silence between us had grown deafening. Every call I sent remained unanswered, every message went straight to voicemail. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

As I stepped out of the office building, the cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face, jolting me out of my reverie. I knew what I had to do. I had to find Natalie, confront her, and finally get some answers.

With determination fueling my steps, I made my way to her apartment. The journey felt like an eternity, each passing second filled with anticipation and dread. What would I find when I