In the silence of his room, he dialled her contact number on the keypad. His fingers traced the digits, reminiscing the echoes of laughter that once danced through the phone.
"Why do you not answer promptly? I've been reaching out through the ages," her voice, tinged with offense, reverberated in his ears.
"I was occupied," he replied, a feeble excuse against the weight of their shared history.
"Occupied or not, you can't disregard my calls. If I feel slighted one day, no earthly connection will bridge the gap." Her melancholic tones lingered, a haunting melody of separation.
Closing his eyes in anguish, he whispered, "You were right. No network can bind me to you now."
In that moment, he acknowledged that a mere phone call could no longer bridge the chasm between them. Yet, he never deleted her contact; it was the only connection left to the memories of the love that slipped through his grasp."
~Q.Taiba.Q
4/12/23
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Murmurs Of Heart - 2
Teen FictionSubtitle- Magic and Melancholy of Love Murmurs of heart 2, a collection of nanotale.This collection weaves together short narratives that explore the emotions of hearts, the echoes of cherished memories, and the bittersweet beauty of love lost and...
