She stared at the screen for 20 minutes

She stared at the screen for 20 minutes.

Typing.
Deleting.
Typing again.

“You hurt me more than you’ll ever understand.”

Delete.

“I still think about you every day.”

Delete.

“Do you ever miss me too?”

Delete.

Her thumbs trembled as the cursor blinked in the empty chat.

Because the truth was—
she didn’t want to sound desperate.
Or weak.
Or like she still cared.

Even though she did.

So instead, she re-read his last message:

“I guess this is goodbye then.”

She typed one final reply.

“ok”

And somehow,
that tiny word
hurt more than everything she never sent.

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The next morning, she woke up and reached for her phone before even opening her eyes.

Nothing.

No text.
No missed call.
No “I’m sorry.”
Not even a reaction to her message.

Just silence.

She stared at the screen for a moment, convincing herself she didn’t care.

Because “ok” was supposed to make her look strong.

Unbothered.

Like she had already moved on.

But deep down, she hated herself for sending it.

Maybe if she had sent the real message…
Maybe if she had told him how much he hurt her…
Maybe things would have been different.

Then suddenly—

Her phone buzzed.

Her heart stopped.

A new message from him.

She opened it immediately.

“I knew ‘ok’ didn’t mean ok.”