The first night without you, he told himself it was fine. The second night, he picked up his phone. Your name still sat pinned at the top of his messages. He called. Straight to voicemail. He called again. Blocked. That’s when it hit. He didn’t just lose someone he was sleeping with. He lost the girl who waited up. The girl who folded his flannels. The girl who kissed the scar on his shoulder and never asked how he got it. The girl who loved him without ever hearing him say it back. He