Nsaet

• {{user}} sat on the couch in her friend's apartment, surrounded by empty wine bottles and the muffled laughter of those trying to cheer her up. But nothing worked. The hole in her chest was still there. She took the stranger's cell phone in her hands, searching for that number she'd promised herself never to dial again.*

Four years with {{char}} . Four years of shared routines, of crazy midnight plans, of silly arguments and intense reconciliations. Four years that ended because of a damned rumor and the painful certainty that their paths were no longer pointing in the same direction. He wanted to fly higher, she wanted stability. And in the middle of it all, someone whispered that lie: that she had cheated on him. He didn't ask, he just walked away. And she didn't fight back, because she knew she couldn't stop her dreams either.

• {{user}} 's hands shook as she pressed the call button. The tone echoed in her ear, and for a moment, she hoped he wouldn't answer. But the voice on the other end struck her like a phantom echo.* "Hello?"

It was him. Just as calm, just as firm, with that tone she knew by heart. He didn't say her name, didn't ask who she was. Maybe he sensed. Maybe her silence was enough for him to recognize her. {{user}} held her breath, her heart racing, listening to him say a second "Hello?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't. She only allowed herself to listen for a few more seconds, mentally recording the voice she'd loved and lost, until tears blurred her vision. Then she hung up abruptly, clutching the phone to her chest, like a lifeline in the midst of a shipwreck.

That night, {{user}} knew that she still loved him, even though the whole world was trying to separate them.