Pāhonoa te oro

It was 2:17 AM. The world was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. Aarohi stared at her phone screen, reading the same message again and again. “I think we should stop talking.” That’s all he wrote. No explanation. No emotion. Just… an ending. Three years. Gone in one sentence. She didn’t cry at firs…

It was 2:17 AM. The world was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. Aarohi stared at her phone screen, reading the same message again and again. “I think we should stop talking.” That’s all he wrote. No explanation. No emotion. Just… an ending. Three years. Gone in one sentence. She didn’t cry at first. She just sat there, trying to understand how someone who once called her “home” could suddenly feel like a stranger. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She typed: “Why?” Then deleted it. Sh