The last Call Part 2

It’s been three nights.
Three nights without a call at 11:47 PM.

The first night, I thought maybe he was tired or busy. I still waited.
The second night, I kept staring at my phone, hoping it would light up like before.
The third night... I didn’t say anything to anyone. I just sat there, feeling this strange emptiness.

I knew something had changed.

I didn’t save his number. I never asked his name.
We kept everything unspoken — and now it feels like I lost someone I never even really had.

But it wasn’t just a call to me anymore. It was something I looked forward to.
His voice made me feel less alone in the quiet.
He made the nights feel a little warmer, even if we didn’t talk about anything special.

That night, I opened my messages and started typing something:

> “I don’t know if you’ll see this. But I miss your voice. I hope you’re okay.
If you ever decide to call again... I’ll be here. At 11:47.”



I didn’t send it. I just saved it in drafts and closed the app.


Now, every night when the clock hits 11:47, I still look at my phone.
Not because I expect anything.
Just… in case.


~AISHMEEN