The Call I Never Made
Time moved the way it always does — quietly… without asking who it’s leaving behind. Rebecca and I weren’t fighting. We were fading. There were no slammed doors. No final words. Just space… stretching between us until it became something I could feel in my chest. And that hurt more. She had been there through everything. Through blood. Through hospital beds. Through fear. But that last call… The way she said my name. “Tebelo…” Not soft. Not warm. But tired. That tone she uses when she’s angry. Or disappointed. It broke something in me. Because I knew I had already lost too much — and I could hear I was losing her too. I never told her about my mother’s arrest. How could I? How do you explain that your life feels like it’s collapsing again? How do you tell someone
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