Seven lonely days

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The sun was setting, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, but Daniel barely noticed. He stood by the window, looking out over the quiet street as the shadows deepened. His heart weighed heavily in his chest, and every breath felt like a reminder of how incomplete he was without her. The apartment was too silent, too empty. It had been seven long days since Sophia left, and each moment without her was like an eternity.

Sophia was supposed to go away for just a few days—a work trip that came unexpectedly. Daniel hadn’t thought much of it at first, but as the days stretched on and her absence became a reality, the loneliness crept in. At first, he tried to convince himself it was nothing. She would be back soon, just as she promised. But now, after seven days and seven nights, there had been no calls, no letters, not even a simple message to say she was okay. The silence was deafening.

Daniel found himself consumed by memories of her. He could still smell her perfume lingering in the air, a sweet scent that made his chest tighten with longing. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her—the way she smiled when she looked at him, the way her laughter filled the room. How had he taken it all for granted? How had he let her slip away without realizing how much he needed her?

On that seventh night, Daniel sat down on the couch, his mind racing. He hadn’t slept well in days, tossing and turning as thoughts of Sophia flooded his mind. He had sent her messages, and left her voicemails, but nothing. No response. Was she okay? Did something happen to her? Or worse, had she decided that she didn’t need him anymore?

He remembered the last night they were together. They had argued. It wasn’t a big fight, just one of those petty disagreements that seemed so insignificant at the time. But now, Daniel couldn’t help but replay the moment in his mind, wondering if that was the reason she hadn’t reached out. He cursed himself for letting such trivial things come between them. If only he could go back if only he could tell her how much she meant to him, how she was his everything.

He reached for his guitar, the one thing that gave him solace. Music had always been his way of expressing what words couldn’t. And tonight, his heart was overflowing with emotions that couldn’t be spoken, only sung. As he strummed the chords softly, the words came to him, pouring out like a confession, like a desperate plea for her to hear him wherever she was.

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“Write me a love song… Send me a letter… Tell me you love me, and I’ll be okay…” His voice trembled as he sang, the words mirroring the ache in his chest. He was wishing, hoping, thinking that maybe—just maybe—she’d hear him. He would give up anything, everything, just to hear from her. He sang of how it had been seven lonely nights and seven lonely days since she left, and how each passing hour only deepened his longing for her.

He sang about how he would drop everything—pack his bags in a hurry, catch a plane, a train, anything—just to be with her. It didn’t matter where she was; all that mattered was being by her side again. He wasn’t sure if he could survive another day without her, without knowing if she still loved him.

As the melody flowed, Daniel closed his eyes and imagined Sophia listening to the song. He pictured her sitting somewhere far away, hearing the words and feeling his love reach across the distance between them. He hoped it would touch her heart, that she would realize how much she meant to him, how his life was incomplete without her.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, snapping him out of his trance. His heart raced as he grabbed it, praying it was Sophia. And there it was—her name on the screen. A text message. With shaking hands, he opened it.

“Daniel, I’m sorry for the silence. Work has been overwhelming, and I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I heard your voicemail. I’m coming home tomorrow. I love you.”

A wave of relief washed over him, and his heart felt lighter than it had in days. He stared at the message, reading it over and over again as if to make sure it was real. She was coming back. She still loved him.

Daniel smiled, his fingers brushing the strings of his guitar once more. The song had worked. Or maybe it was just love that had pulled her back to him. Either way, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was coming home, and everything would be okay again.

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