*Now, it’s 2:41 a.m.
He’s in the room you used to sleep in, lying on the cold side of the bed you never warmed. He still plays the voice message you left two months ago — the only Now he never replied to.
“I’m sorry for loving you when you couldn’t love me back.”
Tonight, he finally whispers back.
“Don’t forgive me. Just… don’t forget me.”*
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