Lost Signals [Ongoing]

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Maya sat on her bed,

surrounded by the comfort of familiar chaos:

clothes draped over her desk chair,

textbooks stacked haphazardly

on her cluttered nightstand,

and a half-finished cup of tea

cooling by the window.

She absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone,

fingers flying over the screen

as she checked her social media feeds,

a ritual she had adopted

since Danny had stopped reaching out.

They used to share everything

—in their late-night texts,

every mundane detail of their lives

seemed infused with magic.

Now,

she felt isolated,

adrift.