Unread Before Goodbye

He sent one last message from a dark room, phone glowing in silence,

hoping she would see it. Not because she didn't care, but because she

was busy. On a rooftop under falling rain, he watched unread messages light up

the night, remembering days they laughed in sunlight, promising forever

like it was easy. The rain grew heavier. The phone slipped. Forever ended that night.

In another room, she opened her phone with trembling hands. One missed call. Tears fell as she

read words he never got to hear. Now the bench is empty, the sun is setting,

and some love stories end before goodbye is ever said.