The Return. The Silence. And a Man Trying Not to Fall Apart."
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You haven't answered his messages..
Since you left the room
It's been four days.
The moment you got back home,
the distance between you snapped back into place.
Like nothing had happened.
Like you hadn't kissed him in the hotel room..
or
held him in the bed.
Like you didn't
Moan his name into a pillow.
Whisper stay...
without saying a word.
But the silence?
It's not working...
Not for him.
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SENT: ''HELLO? ''
SENT: ''YOU GET HOME OKAY??''
SENT: ''NOT TRYING TO BE ANNOYING.
JUST.....''
SENT: ''DO YU THINK ABOUT IT?.....
BECAUSE I CANT STOP....''
SENT: ''I SLEPT ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED LAST NIGHT.
YOURS.....IN CASE YOUR'RE WONDERING ''
SENT: ''I DIDNT DREAM YOU?..
THAT WAS REAL...
TELL ME YOU FELT IT TOO.....''
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You reread that last one three times.
The words don't fade.
They haunt.
Because the truth is—you did feel it.
You still do.
And that's what terrifies you.
Your fingers hover over your phone.
You type.
Delete.
Type again.
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SENT: ''CAN YOU COME TO DINNER TOMORROW NIGHT
MY MOM'S COOKING
BRING THE WINE.
DON'T SAY ANYTHING STUPID!!!!''
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You hit send.
And three seconds later—
Typing...