The Last Message

She used to send him a “good morning” text every single day— even after he stopped replying. “Maybe he’s busy,” she’d whisper. “Maybe he’ll come back…” Her friends told her to move on. But love doesn’t follow logic. It clings to hope. One morning, her fingers shook. She typed: “I still miss you. I hope you’re okay.” She hesitated… Then pressed send. Seconds later, her phone buzzed. “This number is no longer in service.” Her heart broke— loudly, silently, forever.