⚡ Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is recognize when to hold back, even when every fiber of your being wants to reach out.
The rain on the roof of the small Nashville apartment sounded like static on a radio station that wouldn't quite come in. Jackson sat at the Formica kitchen table, staring at the screen of his phone. It was 2:14 AM. Luke Combs - One Number Away
Jackson’s thumb shook slightly. He could almost hear the song they used to dance to playing in the distance, or maybe it was just the ringing in his own ears. He remembered the smell of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and rain, and for a second, the decision seemed easy. The Decision ⚡ Sometimes the strongest thing you can do
At the very last millisecond, Jackson stopped. He stared at the glowing screen, the incomplete number staring back at him like an unresolved chord in a country song. It was 2:14 AM
He wasn't ready to be that ghost in her caller ID. Not tonight.
With a slow, heavy exhale, Jackson hit the backspace button. He watched the numbers disappear one by one until the screen was blank. He locked the phone and flipped it face down on the table.
He could still see her coat hanging on the back of the door, even though she had taken it two months ago.