I shouldn’t have done it.

The second I hit send, I regretted it.

The message sat there, delivered but unread. "I miss you.". Three words that felt heavier than they should. My stomach twisted as I stared at the screen, hoping, dreading.

Then, my phone buzzed.

I inhaled sharply before unlocking it.

“Move on. I did.”

My heart dropped.

Fingers tightening around my phone, I reread it, over and over. The words felt final, like a door being slammed shut in my face.

But I knew him. I knew the way he masked his pain with indifference. The way he pushed away what he thought he couldn’t have.

Still, it didn’t matter.

Rain hit the window beside me as I stared at my screen, waiting for something more. An explanation. A sign that he didn’t mean it.

But nothing came.

Just silence.