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I stared at the screen, my thumb tapping against the side of my phone. “Carol hasn’t discussed giving you my number, so, how did you even get my contact?” I typed out quickly. The message showed as sent, but nothing came back. I waited, expecting the dots to appear, but they didn’t. A minute passed, still nothing. She’d gone quiet on me. “Seriously?” I muttered. “She just drops that on me and vanishes?” I stood there in silence, the smell of something cooking drifting out from the kitchen, Veronica’s cheerful humming still floating in the air.

The only person I could turn to in a time like now was my best friend who had ghosted me for days. I remembered how heartbroken I had been when I woke up the morning after our passionate lovemaking to find that he was gone. I could still remember how I had, with tear-filled eyes, called his number several times and had only gotten his voicemail. I had tried texting him on W******p too but he had blocked me. I had tried Snapchat, iMessage, I*******m, and even LinkedIn because I had been desperate for answers—I still was. But today, I was desperate enough to go look for him at home, holding onto a thread of hope that there was a reasonable explanation for his sudden coldness.

Clare asks with a raised brow. “T-that’s not what I mean…” I reply in stutters. “B-but… yeah… I kind of missed hearing her voice” I say. “Have you got any messages or calls from her?” Clare asks. “Mmmm nope! Like what you said… she doesn’t care about me at all…” I sigh. “She doesn’t even ask or looking for me after we’re broke up, she left… and never to be seen again. I don’t even know where she is now” I say. “I kept my phone number so she can call or send me a message, but she doesn’t” I end.

“I’ve got you the universal break-up kit. Pizza, wine, and ice cream. So, what happened?” Gaia sighed. “He just never showed up, and he won’t answer his phone or any of my messages. What makes it worse, is the last time we were together, he seemed so reluctant to leave me. I really thought he didn’t want to go and would have stayed if he could. But now, it’s almost been two days with nothing. Not even the smallest sign or acknowledgment.” “G—” Mads came around the breakfast counter and gave Gaia a tight hug.

he whined as he unlocked his phone. 'It's a one time game' the first line of the new message says 'Pick the required alphabets in the next text and make sure not to reply' Not even up to the two seconds, the next message entered. 'Hello Elvis Let Perpetual Aaron Leave India To America'

Madden. Just a great start of the day. The memory of last night flickers. Him, whispering in my ear. Touching me like he knew me. I sigh and grab my phone and check for any messages. I quickly swipe to my new dating app, only to not find it anywhere. It’s not there. I frown, blinking down at the screen, my thumb swiping again. And again. I go through every page, slower this time, more deliberate. It’s gone. Not moved. Not hidden. Gone.

Harry suddenly remembered Celine, whom he had forgotten about. Celine had not texted him a single message in days. Usually, Celine would send Harry many messages to check on him whenever he went on a business trip. Sometimes she would even call to update him on her situation, but he had not received a single message or call after so many days. Harry dialed Celine's number, but the voice prompt on the phone was—"The number you dialed is not in service..." 'How could it not be in service?' Harry wondered as he frantically searched for Celine's Facebook account, only to find he could not message him; the account was deleted and inaccessible.

Sarah dragged me to a campus party on Friday night, but even surrounded by loud music and dancing bodies, my mind was elsewhere. “You keep checking your phone,” Sarah shouted over the music. “Waiting for someone special?” I forced a laugh. “Sort of. I met this girl last week. We’ve been friends online forever. I thought we had a connection, but now she’s ghosting me.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Give her space but don’t wait forever. You deserve someone who’s excited to see you.”

“You looked for me… for a full year?” He nodded. “I left disappointed every time I didn’t see you.” I understood him instantly. It was the same way I waited for Gilbert. But Gilbert never came home. And now, I couldn’t help feeling bad that I never went back to the bar, not even once. “We made love,” he continued, “and then you disappeared without saying anything to me. You didn’t leave your phone number, an address… nothing.” “I thought that if I never showed up, then it’d be easier to forget what happened between us,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

I don't want that. Slowly, I close my eyes. Trying to catch the remaining scent of Cedric, but there's none. Absolutely none. I can't forget his perfume's scent, but it's not here. Even just a trace would make me a little more at ease. My phone, which I've been holding all this time, is still the same. No reply or news from Cedric. Where are you, Cedric? Doesn't he know that I secretly miss him?