She waited impatiently for the text she was scared would never come, fighting sleep in the hopes that he hadn’t fallen asleep and forgotten about her.

“Maybe he’s over you.”

No. She couldn’t think that. He loved her. He said so. He couldn’t be so cruel as to forget to say goodnight to her.

“When was the last time he did that?”

It’d been a while. She just assumed that since they’d been talking for such a long time he’d fallen out of the habit. But she’d texted him first. Hoping he would at least smile and reply.

“He won’t.”

The small voice in the back of her mind had slowly gotten louder in the past year. And his voice and his interest had slowly diminished.

They were drifting apart, and she wasn’t ready for what that could mean.

She set her phone on the nightstand and let sleep overcome her.