Chapter 4: The Call That Refused to Die

Even now, that day remains painfully clear in my memory.

May 7, 2025.

The day I convinced myself that everything was finally over. I truly believed that chapter had ended, that from that moment on, he would no longer exist in my life,not in my days, not in my thoughts, not in my heart.

But that night, fate quietly knocked again.

A call came from an unfamiliar number. I saw the screen light up, and I answered. The moment I heard his voice I hung up the call immediately.The pain was too heavy, the wound still open. My hands trembled, my chest felt tight, and even breathing felt exhausting. Then,he called again but I let the call ring until it stopped. I told myself this was it,that this was how I would be from now on,Silent,Distant and Unreachable. I believed forgetting him was the only way I could survive.

But forgetting him was never that simple.

Two or three days passed. And then, without planning it, without thinking it through, I called him. The phone rang, but he didn’t answer. I hung up, pretending it didn’t matter. Moments later, I called the number he had used that night and asked who it was. Within five minutes, my phone rang again.

It was him.

The moment he said “hello,” his voice came out louder than I expected, sharper than I intended. I had just been crying. My throat hurt, my eyes burned, and my heart felt unbearably heavy. I couldn't even say hello. All I managed to say was, “Can I talk to you… just for today?”

Something changed instantly.

His voice softened, melted, and in a soft tone he replied, “Tell me.”

And just like that, everything else disappeared. For a moment, I forgot the pain, the anger, the heartbreak. I spoke to him the way I always had freely, endlessly, as if nothing had ever gone wrong. After the call ended, reality hit me again. Fear rushed back in. I blocked him once more, convincing myself that this was the only way to protect my heart.

The next morning, I saw blocked call notifications.

I unblocked him and asked what he wanted. He said he wanted to talk. But fear gripped me tightly. I was terrified that if I started talking again, he would hurt me the same way all over again. I told him I couldn’t do it. I said no.

Somehow, he convinced me otherwise.

I told myself I would be careful this time. No closeness. No expectations. Just normal conversations. Nothing more. But it never stayed that simple. For the next ten to fourteen days, a strange pattern formed. I would talk to him… then block him. See missed calls… then call him back. He would ask why I kept blocking him, and I never had the courage to tell him the truth that inside me lived a constant fear of being abandoned again.

Yet, everything felt normal. Comfortable and Familiar.

He was talking to me again. And that made me incredibly happy. I believed, foolishly, that this was how it would always be. That we would stay like this somewhere between closeness and distance, pain and comfort.

But life had something else planned.

Something big. Something unexpected.

I didn’t know whether to call it fate or a miracle. All I knew was that it left me confused, shaken, and completely unprepared for what was about to change everything once again.

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