You haven’t spoken in months—not really. Not since that night.

You were never supposed to cross that line, never supposed to blur the boundary between comfort and something more. But you did. You shared a bed, a moment, a silence so loud it still echoes in your chest.

Now he’s just a memory. A laugh you still hear in quiet rooms. A touch you still feel when you’re alone.

But today, he messages you out of nowhere.

“Hey… can we talk?” Like nothing happened. Like your heart didn’t split in two when he chose silence over staying.

You stare at the screen, pulse in your throat, remembering the way he once said your name like it meant something.

And now? Now he wants to talk. But can you really go back to just being friends with someone who already feels like a ghost?