Luke Combs - One Number Away -

Jackson had his thumb hovering over the green call button. He was exactly one number away from hearing her voice. The Weight of the Last Digit

He deletes the numbers. He goes to bed. He wakes up tomorrow and continues the slow, painful process of forgetting. Luke Combs - One Number Away

⚡ Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is recognize when to hold back, even when every fiber of your being wants to reach out. Jackson had his thumb hovering over the green call button

He closed his eyes and remembered the night they called it quits. It hadn't been a screaming match. It had been a slow, sad realization that they were moving in different directions. But sitting here in the dark, Jackson realized he didn't care about directions anymore. He just wanted to go back. The Internal Tug-of-War His mind raced through the consequences of that final tap. He goes to bed

With a slow, heavy exhale, Jackson hit the backspace button. He watched the numbers disappear one by one until the screen was blank. He locked the phone and flipped it face down on the table.

Jackson’s thumb shook slightly. He could almost hear the song they used to dance to playing in the distance, or maybe it was just the ringing in his own ears. He remembered the smell of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and rain, and for a second, the decision seemed easy. The Decision

Jackson had already typed the area code. He had typed the first three numbers, then the next three. Only the final digit remained. A four. Such a small, simple shape, yet it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The apartment was too quiet without her laugh.