The days felt different.
No morning texts asking if he'd eaten.
No lunch breaks spent exchanging random stories.
No evening walks to the station.
No lingering goodnight messages before bed.
And especially no parting kisses before leaving.
Sam found himself checking his phone more often than he'd admit. He messaged her every day, and she always replied, but it wasn't the same.
Texting couldn't replace her voice.
A phone call couldn't replace her presence.
A photo couldn't replace here smile.
And a virtual hug couldn't replace her warmth.
Lying on his bed, he stared at the locket she had given him. Flipping it open, he saw the tiny picture of them together.
He smiled.
Just a few more weeks.He just had to endure a few more weeks.
And then—he would see her again.
he would feel her warmth.
But for now…
He would have to get used to a summer without Mahiru.
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