she messaged me before she disappeared-3
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Alex couldn’t take his eyes off his phone.
“Don’t try to find me.”
“You won’t like what you find.”
Those words kept repeating in his mind.
He read the messages again.
And again.
His heart felt uneasy.
Who was she?
How did she know his name?
And why did it feel like she knew more than she should?
That night, Alex couldn’t sleep properly.
Every time he closed his eyes, her messages came back to him.
Her words.
Her tone.
It didn’t feel like a normal conversation anymore.
It felt personal.
The next day—
Alex sat in his classroom, staring at his notebook.
The professor was explaining something, but Alex wasn’t listening.
His mind was somewhere else.
On his phone.
On her messages.
He checked his phone again.
No new messages.
He sighed quietly and leaned back.
“Why am I even thinking about this so much?” he thought.
It didn’t make sense.
She was just a stranger.
Someone he didn’t even know.
And yet…
He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The day passed slowly.
Lectures felt longer than usual.
Time moved slower than usual.
And for the first time in a long time, Alex was waiting for something.
Waiting for a message.
Waiting for her.
That night—
Alex lay on his bed, his phone in his hand.
The room was quiet, just like always.
But tonight, the silence felt different.
He wasn’t just passing time anymore.
He was waiting.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
He locked his phone and placed it beside him.
“Forget it,” he whispered.
But just as he closed his eyes—
His phone vibrated.
Alex’s eyes opened instantly.
He grabbed his phone and unlocked it quickly.
A message.
From her.
His heartbeat increased.
He opened it.
“Did you miss me?”
Alex stared at the screen.
A small smile almost appeared on his face… but he stopped himself.
Why did that message feel so different?
He typed slowly.
“I was just wondering if you would text again.”
A reply came quickly.
“So you were waiting.”
Alex exhaled softly.
“Maybe.”
There was a short pause.
Then—
“You think about me more than you should.”
Alex’s fingers paused.
That line hit him unexpectedly.
Was it true?
He didn’t reply immediately.
Instead, he looked at the message again.
And for the first time…
He didn’t deny it.
“You disappeared,” he typed.
“After saying something like that… what did you expect?”
The typing dots appeared.
Then the reply came.
“I told you not to get involved.”
Alex frowned slightly.
“You started this.”
A few seconds later—
“And you continued.”
Alex leaned back, a small breath escaping him.
There was something about the way she talked.
Confident.
Calm.
Almost like she was always one step ahead.
“Why did you come back?” he asked.
This time, the reply took longer.
Almost like she was thinking carefully.
Finally—
“Because I wanted to.”
Alex stared at the message.
Simple.
But it meant something.
There was silence again.
But it wasn’t awkward.
It felt… comfortable.
Strangely comfortable.
“You didn’t sleep well last night, did you?”
Alex blinked.
That caught him off guard.
“How do you know that?”
The reply came instantly.
“You’re easy to read.”
Alex shook his head slightly.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are,” she replied.
“You just don’t realize it.”
Alex looked at the message, thinking.
How could someone understand him so quickly?
Or was she just guessing?
“You think too much,” she added.
Alex let out a quiet laugh.
That was true.
A few seconds passed.
Then another message came.
“But I like that about you.”
Alex’s heart skipped slightly.
He stared at the screen.
That line felt different.
Warmer.
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
“You don’t even know me,” he typed finally.
The reply came slower this time.
“I know enough to know that you’re not like others.”
Alex felt something strange inside him.
A feeling he couldn’t explain.
No one had ever said something like that to him before.
Not like this.
He lay back on his bed, holding his phone above him.
The conversation felt… easy.
Natural.
Like he didn’t have to pretend.
Like he didn’t have to think too much about what to say.
“What about you?” he asked.
“Are you always like this?”
There was a pause.
A longer one.
Then—
“No.”
Just one word.
Alex frowned slightly.
“Then why are you like this with me?”
The typing dots appeared.
Stopped.
Appeared again.
Finally—
“Maybe because you’re different.”
Alex stared at the message.
That word again.
Different.
His heart felt lighter for some reason.
And heavier at the same time.
Minutes passed as they continued talking.
About small things.
Random thoughts.
Nothing important.
But somehow…
It felt important.
For the first time in a long time—
Alex didn’t feel alone.
Then suddenly—
A new message appeared.
“Alex…”
He focused on the screen.
Something about that message felt serious.
“Don’t get too attached.”
His smile faded.
His fingers stopped moving.
“Why?” he typed slowly.
There was a long pause.
No typing dots.
No reply.
Just silence.
Then finally—
A message appeared.
“Because this won’t end the way you want it too.”
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