The message I never sent

Chapter 1: The Night of The Message

When Mira’s phone buzzed that night, her chest tightened instantly. It wasn’t just any notification — it was the kind that made your heart skip, the kind that dredged up memories you thought you had buried. She stared at the screen, frozen, staring at his name. Her birthday was months away. His birthday? That day, every year, reminded her of everything they had lost.

She hadn’t heard from him in months, and yet, every notification felt like a reminder of the void he left behind. They had been inseparable once. Endless conversations about dreams, late-night whispers over the phone, secrets that belonged to only the two of them. He wasn’t perfect, no. He had flaws, mistakes, and temperaments that could burn, but he had also made her feel seen in ways no one else ever had.

Mira’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard. She wanted to type. Wanted to pour her heart out in words so honest it might make him stop, think, maybe even come back. But she didn’t. Her fingers trembled as memories of their fights, the nights he ignored her, the mornings she woke alone, washed over her. She typed the words — slow, hesitant, painstakingly honest — only to erase them seconds later.

“Why am I doing this?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet of her room. She thought of the nights she cried herself to sleep, wondering if he remembered her the way she remembered him. She thought of the mornings she forced herself to smile and show the world that she was fine, when inside, she was breaking a little more each day.

And yet, there was a small spark, a stubborn piece of her that clung to hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, if she sent the right words, things could be different. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t about him anymore. It was about her own closure — her peace.

Finally, she pressed delete. The message vanished into the ether, a decision heavier than any she had made in months. Mira laid her phone down and let out a shuddering breath, the kind that felt like a surrender and a victory at the same time. Tonight, she wouldn’t send it. Tonight, she would choose herself first.

Would Mira finally find the strength to stop looking back, or would the memories drag her into the past again?