Closure

After we’d broken up, I wanted one last conversation, some kind of closure. I called late at night, hoping she’d pick up, but it went straight to voicemail. I left a message, rambling about our memories, the things I wish I’d said before it was too late. The next morning, I saw she’d posted a picture of herself at a party that night, laughing with her friends. My call wasn’t ignored—it was forgotten...