Frozen in place, one hand still reaching for the keys - when the phone started to shake.
On display: an unknown number. But those first digits… carried my history like a shadow.
Daniel here. Just wanted to say hi, Brooklyn.
It's fine if I reach out like this. Back home for the holidays - staying at my folks' from the 23rd through the 26th. Maybe you'll be nearby that week. Perhaps we might run into each other sometime. In person. Without pressure. A conversation is all. Let me know how that lands with you.
A dark stillness took over the display as my eyes stayed fixed, then a quick tap brought it back - just long enough to catch whatever had slipped across moments before.
Back at the house, Daniel. Thoughts heavy. He moves like time forgot him, words barely rising above a whisper.
