Sunday 28 January 2018

Backspace

Open facebook.

“What's on your mind?” It asks. Think about her. Open her profile. No new updates. Open messenger. Type her name. Active now.

“Hey, I am missing you.” Press backspace. “I need some time. I will talk tomorrow,” she had said.

Go back to scrolling endlessly.

Turn off the net. Lock the phone. Turn it back on again after 30 mins. Type that 16 characters long password in a haste. Incorrect password. Type again. Pull down the notification bar. 13° in your location, that's all it says. The phone beeps.

Open WhatsApp. 430 messages from 110 chats. Sadly, none from her. Open her thread. The hearts and the kisses were still there. “I love you.” Backspace again.

Put on the headphones. Create a new playlist just for the night. Don't forget to add “killing me to love you” and “total eclipse of the heart” to the playlist.

It's almost 3 am. Toss and turn in the bed a little, overthink a lot before finally sleeping. The night has ended. Perfect now. Wake up, check your phone.

5 AM: You have two missed calls.

© nomeee

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