Title:The Day You Stopped Calling Me

Chapter one: The silence that spoke first It started with silence. No text. No missed call. No “good morning” like before. At first, I thought it was just network issues, or maybe he slept off early. But when I checked my phone the next morning and still saw nothing, my heart did that small, painful twist I always ignored. He had never gone a whole day without calling. Never. The first time we met, he told me, “Even if I’m tired, I’ll still find your voice before I sleep.” And he meant it until now. I kept staring at my screen like it held the answer. The time was 11:47 PM, and I was still waiting for his name to flash across my phone. It never did. I typed and deleted “Are you okay?” so many times that my fingers began to shake. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe he was just busy. But busy people still text. That’s when I checked his w******p. He was online. He was online just not talking to me. That one small green dot broke something in me. I dropped my phone and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly. I tried to remember the last time we laughed. The last time he called me “baby” with that soft voice that made my heart feel warm. Everything suddenly felt like a dream that ended without warning. The truth is, I saw it coming. His “I love you” had become shorter. His voice no longer smiled when he said my name. He used to call me three times a day. Then once. Then none. Love doesn’t die in a day. It fades like a battery that keeps blinking red until it finally shuts down. By morning, I checked my phone again no message. By evening, I told myself I’d stop checking. At least that’s what I said. But when night came, I still found myself staring at my phone, waiting for a call that never came. Maybe he found someone new. Maybe he got tired. Or maybe, he just didn’t care anymore. And that was the day I realized the sound of silence can be louder than a heartbreak.