The Boy Who Kept Texting Her After Midnight
Short Story: The Boy Who Kept Texting Her After Midnight Every night, the world went quiet. The noise faded, the lights dimmed, and the streets fell asleep under a blanket of silence. But for him, the day wasn’t over. Midnight was when his heart spoke the loudest. That’s when he texted her. Not because he was expecting a reply. Not even because he hoped. He texted her simply because he wanted her to know she wasn’t alone. They weren’t dating.oo They weren’t anything people could label. But they had once been close. So close, in fact, that even their silences used to feel like conversations. They would talk for hours—about movies, dreams, broken families, and songs that made them cry. Until one day… she pulled away. No drama. No explanation. Just… distance. And he respected it. But he never stopped caring. She had once told him, “Nights are the worst. That’s when my thoughts eat me alive.” He never forgot those words. So at 12:01 AM, every night...