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Once she was gone, Eli exhaled and leaned forward, pressing his palms into his eyes. Why didn’t I get his number? What should I do? What if he didn't call, or perhaps lost my own contact? How do I reach him? **************************** Weeks had passed since the gala. Then weeks turned into months. There was no call, no text. Nothing from him.

What if he’s forgotten about me? I type out a message to him, my fingers hovering over the keys. I want to tell him everything, that I miss him, that I think about him constantly, that I’m sorry for leaving. But every time I try to type the words, I can’t bring myself to hit send. What if it’s too late? What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if I’m just some distant memory to him, something he’s already put behind him? I delete the message.

My phone sat on the desk, screen dark. No notifications. No missed calls. Nothing. I picked it up, my fingers trembling. I opened my messages with Nicolas. The last text was from me five days ago. Me: Where are you? You haven’t answered my texts. He never answered. I typed another one, my vision blurry. Me: Please… just tell me you’re okay. I stared at it for a long time. Then I deleted it. What was the point? If he wanted to talk to me, he would.

“Benedict, it’s me. I… I have something important to tell you. Please call me back when you can.” Days passed, and still, there was no response from him. No acknowledgment, no presence. Each night, she sat alone in their empty house, wondering how to prepare for this life-altering change without him. Days had passed since she left the message, trembling through every word as she asked him to call back, hoping that finally, he might listen and care. For her, those days turned into an agonizing week with no way to respond to that message on her phone. It was as if he no longer existed for her, nor had he ever—just as he had left, along with the life they were never able to reach, the way it al

Like everything we shared didn’t mean a thing. I picked up my phone and stared at it. I have been doing that for the past few days now. There were no messages, missed calls, or voicemail. Nothing from her. "So that’s it, huh? That’s how easy it is for you to let go?" I said out loud. Some people in the club looked at me. It was the least of my worries having them stare at me. I don't give a fuck. I was losing it, slowly, one memory at a time.

I powered on my phone, and notifications instantly flooded the screen like a tidal wave. They were all from Matteo. Dozens of WhatsApp messages, over a dozen missed calls, and a string of texts. I didn't reply to a single one. Instead, I opened the forum post again. The latest update had been posted an hour ago. All of his previous entries had been completely wiped clean, replaced by just a few brief lines. "Today is our one-year anniversary, and she broke up with me. I have no idea where she went. She's completely ghosting my calls. I don't know what kind of tantrum she's throwing.

Alberto asked continuing their conversation. “I have no idea. Since… he ran away. He never called, he never texted, he never checked up on me, he disappeared in the tiny air…” “I kept his contact on my phone for so long waiting for him to call me and tell me why he ran away after the great memories we had, at some point, I even forgot to delete it.”

I had gone out on my one-week-late bachelor party, kissing her good-bye before leaving, and when I got home, waiting on the coffee table for me were annulment papers with her signature on the dotted line, a note beside it saying, Sorry, and her wedding ring sitting on top of it. And that was it. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since. That wasn’t for my lack of trying. Of course, I repeatedly rang her cell. I left her panicked, then angry, and then just plain old desperate voice mails. And I kept calling until her mailbox was full. A few days later, her number was disconnected. Even then, I still refused to believe she’d just left me. So, like the sad fuck I was, I tried to find her. I hired

all I think about is him and the things he did to me in those 3 days of our deal. I picked my phone from the night table and laid back again.Searched for the same damn site—and as always, no result.The site was gone. Just like him. I even tried searching for similar results, thought maybe the site name had changed or something.But no.There was no site like that anywhere anymore. I have no way to contact him. We talked through the site’s chat system, and that disappeared with the site. I wish I had some other way to reach him. Mr. Stranger, do you miss me the way I miss you? I asked in my mind, referring to him.

“This fundraiser has to cover prom decorations, and if we don’t sell out, we’ll be stuck with glitter and streamers from the dollar store.” As the line dwindled, Sade leaned back in her chair and stretched. Isla took the chance to glance over. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask—any updates on Marco?” Sade’s smile faltered, and she shook her head. “Nope. We’re still broken up. Haven’t heard from him since right after the Winter Formal.” “Really?” Isla asked, eyes wide. “No texts? No random DMs? Nothing?” “Nothing,” Sade confirmed. “It’s like he completely disappeared. No calls, no social media, no nothing.”