The Last Message Left on Read

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Sometimes the silence speaks louder than any reply.

It had been three years since qaseem sent that final message. Just three words: “Please talk to me.”
No reply. Just silence.

He never deleted the conversation. It stayed right there on his phone, like a frozen moment in time. He didn’t know why he kept it—maybe it was hope. Maybe it was pain. Or maybe he just didn’t know how to let go.

That night, the rain tapped gently against the window, and the world outside looked as gray as Qaseem felt inside. He sat on his bed, the room dimly lit, and opened the old chat thread again. Her name—Ava—still sat at the top of the screen, even though her profile picture was gone.

He scrolled slowly, reading their old messages like flipping through a photo album. The laughter. The late-night talks. The "good mornings" and "sweet dreams." It all felt like another lifetime.

When Everything Changed

Qaseem could still remember the last time they talked. It wasn’t a fight exactly—just a quiet falling apart. One day, she stopped answering. He messaged once, then again, and finally wrote, “Please talk to me.”
But Ava never did.

At first, he thought she might come back. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she was going through something. But days turned into weeks, then months, then years.

No answer ever came.

Trying to Understand

Sitting there on that rainy evening, Liam asked himself all the old questions again.
What did I do wrong? Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Did she stop caring? Was I just easy to forget?

He wished she had told him goodbye. Or even just “I’m done.” Anything would have been better than silence. At least then, he would’ve known.

But instead, he was left with an open conversation and a million thoughts he couldn’t silence.

The Weight of Silence

Sometimes the hardest part of heartbreak isn't the end—it's the not knowing.

Qaseem had spent so much time trying to understand what happened that he forgot to take care of himself. He replayed every moment over and over in his head, looking for clues. But some people don’t leave explanations. They just leave.

He used to think closure came from other people. From answers. From final words. But now, he was starting to see things differently.

Letting Go Without Closure

Qaseem took a deep breath and looked at the screen. The message still sat there, unread. And maybe it always would.

He didn’t cry this time. He just felt... calm. Tired, but calm.
For the first time, he wasn’t waiting for her to reply. He wasn’t hoping for an explanation.

He finally understood something:
He couldn’t control what other people do.
But he could choose how to move forward.

A Quiet Goodbye

With shaking fingers, qaseem tapped on the screen. He didn’t delete the conversation—he just closed it. Slowly, gently. Like shutting a door that had been open too long.

He stood up, walked over to the window, and watched the rain fall. It was still gray outside, but something inside him had shifted.

He whispered quietly to the room, “Goodbye, Ava.”

And even though she would never hear it, that was okay.
Because some goodbyes are not for the other person.
They’re for yourself.

Final Thoughts

Many of us have that one message we wish had been answered. That one person who disappeared without a word. We hold on to the silence, hoping it will speak. But sometimes, it never does.

And that’s when we have to find our own closure.
Not through replies. Not through reasons.
But through the strength to say, I deserve peace, and I choose to let go.

Qaseem didn’t get a reply. But he got something better.

He got his life back.