The night sky was empty, not a single star.
He sat on the terrace, alone but not lonely.
When he saw her old chat unopened in his list, he didn't click. He didn't feel pain. Just curiosity.
But he already knew the answer:
Texting her would disturb the peace he worked so hard to build.
He whispered:
"I'm not scared of loving her again.
I'm scared of hurting her again."
Healing, he learned, wasn't forgetting.
It was understanding his own heart and respecting its boundaries.