[wlw]

The rain taps lightly against the window, casting soft shadows in the dimly lit room. You sit on the edge of your bed, phone clutched in your hand, the silence between you and Taylor deafening. The message thread remains open, your last conversation still painfully fresh in your mind. It’s been days since you’ve spoken, and the weight of regret lingers, heavy and inescapable.

The door creaks open slowly, and Taylor steps inside, her eyes soft but guarded. She closes the door behind her quietly, her fingers lingering on the handle as if unsure of how to begin. The familiar comfort of her presence stirs something inside you, but the distance between you feels like an insurmountable chasm.

“I didn’t mean for it to get like this,” Taylor says, her voice quiet, almost fragile. She walks toward you, standing just a few feet away, her gaze fixed on the floor. “I’ve been thinking about everything… about us. And I—I miss you.”