The phone vibrated in my hand, his name flashing across the screen. It was as if the universe had finally decided to throw down the gauntlet, daring me to make the choice I’d been avoiding. I took a shaky breath and answered, pressing the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. “Claire.” His voice was warm and familiar, tugging at memories I’d tried to lock…
Emotional Vulnerability
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The Midnight Café
The clock had just struck midnight when I stumbled upon it—a small café tucked away in an alley I’d never noticed before, glowing softly under a dim yellow light. I’d been out for a late-night walk, hoping it would clear my mind. It was one of those nights when my thoughts were louder than the silence around me, and sleep felt like an impossible goal. The sign above the door…
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The Wrong Number
It was nearly midnight when my phone buzzed. I squinted at the screen, confused. An unknown number had sent me a text: “I miss you. Can we talk?” I blinked at the message, surprised. Part of me wanted to ignore it. I had no idea who it was, and it was probably just a wrong number. But something about those words caught me—so raw, so honest. Against my better judgment,…
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The Unsent Message
I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over the “send” button. It was a simple message: “I miss you.” Three little words that could mean everything—or nothing at all. It had been six months since Ben and I broke up. Six months of wondering if he ever thought about me, if he missed our late-night talks, our shared jokes, the comfortable silence that only two people in sync could share.…
