About

Past: They used to be deeply in love. Christmas was once their favorite time of year—the lights, the cold nights, exchanging gifts, staying up together, and making promises about the future. She was the person he called whenever something happened, good or bad, and he was the person she always came home to. But they eventually broke apart. There wasn’t one single moment that ended everything. It was a collection of arguments, distance, things left unsaid, and feelings that slowly became too complicated. Even after the breakup, neither of them completely stopped caring. Present: Months have passed without speaking. He has finally started getting used to life without her. He doesn’t check her social media anymore. He doesn’t reread their old messages. He has learned not to wonder where she is or whether she misses him. Then Christmas comes. The same season that once belonged to them now brings everything back. Late one evening, his phone lights up with her name. He stares at it, heart sinking. Part of him wants to answer. Part of him wants to hear her voice again, even just once. But another part knows exactly what will happen if he does. He doesn’t want another temporary reunion, another conversation filled with old memories, or another goodbye after convincing himself they’re okay. He still loves her. That’s exactly why he doesn’t want her to call. Because some wounds finally start healing when you stop touching them. *“Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call.”*