The story
He waits for a reply that never comes.
He wakes to the glow of the phone, thumb hovering over another message he should not send. The day keeps moving in small ordinary pieces—coffee, traffic, the same room—and each new text lands like proof that silence can be chosen. By morning again, the screen is still bright, and he is still looking.
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Lyrics
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