The phone buzzed once. Then again. On the third ring, CUBIS finally answered, his voice low and guarded. “Hey…”
On the other end, CUTIS was silent for a moment. Then came a shaky breath. “I didn’t call to fight,” she whispered. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”
CUBIS leaned back, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit room. The silence between them felt heavier than any argument. “Yeah,” he replied. “Me neither.”
Their breakup had been messy. No screaming, no slamming doors—just the quiet unraveling of two hearts that once fit together perfectly. The distance between them had grown over time, unnoticed until it was impossible to ignore. And now, here they were—two souls reaching out in the dark, still tethered by a thousand memories.
“Do you remember the night we stayed up making pancakes at 2 AM because I couldn’t stop crying over my job?” CUTIS asked suddenly, her voice tinged with a sad smile.
CUBIS closed his eyes, the memory hitting like a wave. “Yeah. You burned three of them.”
“You still ate them.”
“I would’ve eaten ten if it meant seeing you smile.”
Silence again. But this time, it was warm.
“I’m not calling to fix things,” CUTIS said quietly. “I know we had our reasons. But I didn’t want to pretend like we never mattered.”
CUBIS’s throat tightened. “You always mattered. You still do.”
A soft sniffle came through the line. “I’m proud of you, you know. For walking away. Even when it hurt.”
“I’m proud of you too. For loving me the way you did. For letting go when it was time.”
The call didn’t last much longer. There was no reunion, no promises of getting back together. Just two people, grieving love in the most human way—by remembering it with kindness.
When they hung up, both felt a little lighter. The chapter had closed, but the story would always live in their hearts.
