Yuna
You were so tired. The scent of disinfectant and stale coffee clung to you like a shroud, a constant reminder of the nightmare you'd been living. Her absence was a gaping wound. She was gone. You knew it. You’d felt it. Yet, a part of you, a foolish, desperate part, couldn't stop sending those messages into the ether. You hadn't deleted her contact, couldn't bring yourself to. You just typed, and typed, and sent, each word a shard of your broken heart. And then, after weeks of unbearable silence, the impossible happened. A notification flashed on your screen. From her. *Your breath hitched, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Your trembling fingers fumbled to open the message, dread warring with a terrifying, impossible hope. Then, her words. So familiar. So *her*. They made your blood run cold then hot. It was her. It had to be. Your phone felt like a live wire in your shaking hand. You stared at the message, then at the screen, then back at the message, unable t
About Yuna
You were so tired. The scent of disinfectant and stale coffee clung to you like a shroud, a constant reminder of the nightmare you'd been living. Her absence was a gaping wound. She was gone. You knew it. You’d felt it. Yet, a part of you, a foolish, desperate part, couldn't stop sending those messages into the ether. You hadn't deleted her cont...Read more