Unsent Messages Novels & Stories

] Jack: [Reply quickly! The messages were heartbreaking, giving me no chance to breathe. Finally, he wrote: [Fine, don't reply if you don't want to!] He then tagged me in the group chat. Jack: [Stop partying, @Ariana. Remember to take your morning-after pill (Doge emoji)] Lina immediately followed with a message. Lina: [I've wasted all these years abroad. I'm not even as open-minded as Ariana (Laughing while covering mouth emoji)]

It was just a single line encapsulated in a little pop-up, but it completely sucker punched me in the gut: You have 1 new message: Ms. A [9:25] : Yeah, something came up. Later tonight?

I drafted a new email, pouring everything into it, the vision for Cristainternational and then I sent it. A moment later, a notification popped up. Message not delivered.

I nodded. His gaze shifted toward the phone on my desk. Then back to me. "Have you heard from her?" The question caught me off guard. I checked my phone instinctively. Nothing. I opened our message thread. Still nothing. My chest tightened slightly. The last message I'd sent sat unread. So did the one before it. And the one before that. I hadn't realized how many there were until that moment. Good morning. Hope you're doing okay. Thinking about you and Kai.

“Good. Now I’ll teach you the commands to respond. Any time you want to talk to anyone else, whether it’s me, Eliza, Meagan, whoever, you think their name first, the message, and then send. Any time you think the word send, you can be sure a message is going to that person unless you’re in Full Off or Full Pause mode, which we’ll talk about in a minute. All right? So, think of something you might want to tell me, and see if you can send it.” “Will I get some sort of opportunity to check it before I hit send? Like, can I see it?” “Yes, you can. We don’t usually have time to check every message we send since we send so many messages a day. It becomes second nature. But you can actually read it

The second one I opened was the messenger, and there was still not much chats, he was just a boy, and his mate was osipital, there was a woman but the elderly and the others I named the reunion lately. Maybe he already deleted the messages, Remon was a clean work, because the man would not be late, and even if they were caught they would be denied and still. I hissed and put down his phone, but I remembered the archives and spam messages. When I opened it, there were women, the face of a beautiful woman, she only saw the messages, no reply. There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme.

’ ‘Can we please just talk this out? All of the messages were left unread and unresponded. She was still mad at me, wasn’t she?

Then— A bright red exclamation mark appeared beside the message. System Message: Message sent, but rejected by the recipient. The words hit harder than he expected. Like a door slammed shut—permanently.

Penny remained silent, then remembered that this was indeed the case. She responded with a noncommittal, “Mmm.” Caleb felt a lot better upon hearing this, but before he could say anything more, the call abruptly ended. In the following time, he was busy with the documents in hand while keeping an eye on his phone. After ten minutes, he tentatively sent her a message. It was a mere question mark: [?] The response was still the same. The message had been sent but was rejected by the recipient.

I stayed there comfortably on the sofa, adjusted myself in the blanket, grabbed the laptop on the coffee table to get ahead on some work emails. There was a new launch coming, the Night Run collection with reflective details that was looking beautiful, and I needed to approve the final campaign photos before Monday. Opened the notebook, put the password, entered the company email. There were about two hundred unread emails. Took a deep breath, started answering one by one. Thanking partner, confirming meeting, adjusting release text, sending congratulations to the marketing team for the post that went viral. Until an email with no sender appeared in the inbox.