The phone screen glows in the dark room. It's almost 3am. I've been lying here for hours, scrolling through old messages, reading the same words over and over. The quiet is too loud. Every small sound makes me jump.
I keep thinking about that conversation from last week. The one I can't stop replaying in my head. I said the wrong thing. I always say the wrong thing. The cursor blinks on the screen, waiting for me to type something, but I don't know what to say anymore.
Outside, the street is empty. The neighbor's porch light is still on. I wonder if they're awake too, staring at their own phone, feeling this same heavy quiet. I should probably sleep. I should close my eyes and try again. But the thoughts keep coming, and the screen keeps glowing, and I can't seem to let either one go.