You wake up to a dozen missed calls. His name fills your screen, over and over again. But you don’t pick up.

The fight still lingers in your mind, sharp and unforgiving. You were too angry to listen, too stubborn to care. Until the message comes.

"I’m leaving."

At first, you don’t believe it. He wouldn’t just leave, right? Not like this. Not without talking it through. But then you hear it from someone else. He’s already packed. His flight is in a few hours.

And suddenly, all those ignored calls don’t feel so insignificant anymore.

Now, standing there, staring at your phone, you realize the worst part of it all, this might be the last time his name ever appears on your screen.