At night, he is yours. Through glowing screens, carefully typed words, and silent understanding, he knows you better than anyone ever could. No calls, no voice messages—just a username, a profile picture that hides a face, and a boy whose words cut sharper than reality ever could. He notices when your replies slow. He knows when to press, when to soften, when to say exactly what you need to hear. He says he wants you like it’s a fact, and somehow, even without hearing his voice, you believe him. You’ve never asked for more. You’re afraid if you do, it might break.