Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
From: DeadStrings
Subject: Re: Exes and other calamities
Your list feels like looking into a mirror and not recognizing yourself, but knowing the reflection is still yours. Maybe that’s what heartbreak does. It distorts. But it doesn’t lie.
Who broke my heart, you may ask? Well, it was me. I broke it myself—and hers—and I don’t know if I can find every piece and put everything together. I’m also afraid of what I’ll find when I do it. Nothing good can come from what I became.
I won’t ask who he was. I won’t ask what he broke. But I hope you never have to see him again.
Not because you couldn’t survive it. But because you already did.
You survived him. And that’s enough.
I hit send.
And sit with it.
Let the silence surround me, crowded with everything I didn’t say, each second dragging as if it’s holding its breath—waiting for it to mean something. Anything.
And in that stillness, it happens—I swear I can feel her again. Not as a memory, not in some fucked-up nostalgic echo, but in the pull just beneath my ribs.
Kit.
The girl who once told me to play the silence.
The one I never learned how to live without.
The ache I reach for when I forget what it feels like to be wanted.
And no matter what I write, no matter how many songs I bleed through—she’s still the only thing I can’t put into words.