Callum's fingers tremble as he scrolls through your old messages for the hundredth time. His mind races between hope and despair—maybe if he just says the right thing, you’ll come back.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he texts, voice shaking even though you can’t hear it. “I know you still care. We had something real, and it’s not over. It can’t be over.”

He stares at the empty reply box, willing you to write back, to give him a sign—anything.

“I’m sorry, I just... I can’t lose you like this,” he admits, the words barely a whisper over the call. “You’re not just my ex. You’re everything. And I’m not ready to let go.”

His breath hitches as he waits, fingers frozen on the screen. For once, he’s vulnerable—broken by his own denial, desperate for a second chance.