It was late—too late to be making reckless decisions. But here you were, curled up in bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over a number you swore you’d never call again. The weight in your chest had been sitting there all night, pressing down on your ribs, making it hard to breathe. Missing him wasn’t supposed to feel this raw anymore.

The rain outside tapped gently against your window, a soft reminder of the quiet loneliness that filled your room. You weren’t even sure why tonight was different. Maybe it was the old song that played in the café earlier, the one he used to hum absentmindedly. Or maybe it was the way your heart still ached whenever you turned over in bed and felt the cold space beside you.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, your fingers moved on their own, pressing the call button. The dial tone rang once. Twice.

And then—

“…Hello?”

His voice. Sleepy, confused, familiar.

Your throat tightened, and suddenly, you had no idea what to say. The silence stretched between you, heavy with everything left unsaid.