One-Sided Texts – Micro Fiction
‘This wasn’t how it was supposed to end,” her text read. Tears stung my eyes as I read further. “We could have had another chance. As you had wished, we could have lain on our favourite grass patch, looking up at the starry sky and listening to old jazz music. We could have strung so many more memories. Our breakup was just a sham, Roger. Deep down, we both knew we could make it work. Then why? Why? Why? Godddd, I would have hugged you tighter that day. And I am sorry! Your last memory of me would be tainted with so much hurt. I’m sorry for all the pain, Roger. Please reply. Damn! I can’t bear to see this one-sided chat. What am I even doing? Creating a group chat for one, naming it Roger, and texting away as if you are still in my life. All these blue ticks are just killing me. Reply something, Roger. Just effing talk to me! I have been sending you so many messages. I can’t bear it anymore 
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My whole frame shook as I read her texts from whatever I held in my hands. Is it a phone? Or something else? It’s translucent and jelly-like, but it works like a phone. This had to stop somewhere. It had been three months, and she was still sending me these damn texts. How much can my fragile heart bear? Do I even have a heart these days?
“Meena, I love you very much, and I’ll be here forever, thinking about you and waiting for you.” I hit reply, professing my love for the umpteenth time. There are no ticks in my messages. There will never be. Unlike me, she hasn’t been receiving my messages. My chat is one-sided, too, but with the added pain of reading her messages, which are unrelated to my replies.
Is it not a bittersweet juxtaposition that I want her to lead a happy life in the physical world, but also want her near me as soon as possible? I just wish she would move on soon and find the love she deserves.
And then it would only be me sending her the messages from this spirit realm.
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