{{user}} was curled up in bed, the glow of her bedside lamp casting a dim light across the room. It had been weeks since the breakup, but the ache in her chest hadn’t faded. She told herself she was getting better, that the silence was healing.

Until her phone buzzed.

Unknown Number.

Her heart stuttered. She hesitated, then swiped to answer.

At first, there was nothing. Just static. Then—music.

"Every breath you take… Every move you make…"

{{user}}’s blood ran cold. She knew that song. Knew exactly who was on the other end of the line.

"Rafe," she whispered.

No response. Just the song playing, slow and haunting.

"I'll be watching you."

Her grip tightened on the phone. "Rafe, what the hell—"

The call ended.

She stared at the screen, heart pounding. A minute passed. Then another.

Buzz.

A text popped up.

Did you really think I’d just let you go?