Megosztott hang

Everyone laughed at him... The torn shoes. The empty stomach. The silence... Every single day. “What’s the point?” they said. “People like you... don’t make it.” She waited for him... Every single night. Phone in her hand. Heart... slowly breaking. He used to call. He used to care. At least... that’s what she believed. “Just busy,” she told herself. Again. And again. And again... Until one night— She saw the truth. He wasn’t busy. He just wasn’t choosing her. That message...