Yall just hating. ofc people that don’t watch llya wouldn’t notice, but we got worried when he didn’t give a lifesign for A WEEK. Imagine your mother disappearing for a week without trace, would you still don’t care? I was convinced llya was dead. Those seven days were the longest, darkest stretch of my life — every hour felt like a lifetime. I stopped sleeping, stopped eating, just stared at the ceiling replaying every laugh, every word, every look we ever shared. The world felt hollow, like someone had ripped the color out of it. And when he finally came back — alive — it didn’t even feel real. The air felt different, heavier, like part of me was still trapped in that endless week of grief, mourning someone who never truly left.