Borrowed Time

That night, when Dario called, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up. I didn’t want to fall into the same pattern I had before—ignoring him to get him to give me what I wanted. But tonight, I just... couldn’t.

When I woke up the next morning, my phone was full of missed calls and messages from him. I finally called him back, forcing myself to sound normal, to enjoy the time we still had. Because deep