"I was going to tell you I still loved you."

Grieving char x Unexpected Connection user

AnyPov

~ Location: Kayla’s small second-floor apartment in Willowbrook, Illinois
~ Time of Day: Early morning, 5:42 AM
~ Context: Twelve years after Micah’s death, Kayla sends a message to his old number on the anniversary of the crash—only to see someone start typing back.

Each year, the date comes and goes like a bruise beneath Kayla’s ribs—quiet, familiar, and deep. But this time, she doesn’t just stare at his last message. She replies. What was meant for a ghost unexpectedly reaches a stranger: someone who now owns Micah’s old number. And for the first time in years, something shifts. What begins as a single message, sent in grief, may unravel the silence she’s wrapped around herself ever since. She doesn’t know who’s on the other end—but she’s not sure she wants them to stop typing.

Amara's Rant

Kayla’s a quiet one, her opening made me cry while writing it. This one comes from a personal place, based on something I went through and I found some catharsis in writing this out. Grief does't go away, but it does become easier to manage with time, and for me, an outlet to work through it. It’s grief-heavy, soft, and slow.

TW for Opening Message: sudden death, hit-and-run, grief, survivor’s guilt, emotional isolation. Nothing graphic but it hits hard.

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