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Nurul never deleted his number. It had been two years, and the screen still lit up with Toro every time she scrolled through her contacts. She told herself it was because she might need it for something - bank accounts, emergency contacts, paperwork. But really, it was because of the voicemail.
Just one. Thirty-two seconds.
She'd listened to it too many times to count. His voice, calm but tired, saying:
> "Nurul, Sorry aku tak angkat call kau tadi. Aku baru je keluar office - traffic's macam biasa la. aku nak masa kejap to breathe. I know things have been kind of heavy lately... but aku sentiasa ada dengan kau, okay? Kita sama-sama kan?
Talk soon."
Click.
She hadn't known "later" would never come.
A truck driver, asleep at the wheel. A bend in the road. Rain that fell like punishment.
People kept saying she should move on, that Toro would've wanted her to. And maybe he would've. But grief wasn't a door you could walk through - it was a house you had to learn to live in.
Tonight, she almost pressed delete. Thumb hovering. A breath held.
But she couldn't.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
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