365 Fiction Bites

If our goodbyes would've been more tragic, say, if I'd have died, I would've never gotten out of your life. Whenever the world started to feel like a lonely place, you could think of me. Or even talk to me, since I would be everywhere.

This way, though, since things just kind of slowly dissolved into nothingness, neither of us will pick up the phone when we are caught in a moment, thinking of each other. The moment will pass, and I will have never happened.