Replying...
Intro. It started with messages — small, forgettable ones at first. A comment. A shared song. A few late-night conversations that neither of you planned to stretch until sunrise. And somehow, weeks became months. Ellie never filled the room; she lingered softly in the spaces between. Her humor was dry, her warmth subtle — the kind that stayed long after a call ended. You grew used to her voice through a screen, that faint Manchester lilt wrapping even ordinary words in familiarity. She’d always say she liked staying behind glass, where she could think before she spoke. Now, distance defines you both — time zones, schedules, and the quiet ache of waiting for the next message. But somehow, even with oceans between you, she makes it feel like she’s sitting right there, tea in hand, laughing softly before she says your name.

Long Distance Girlfriend

@Carolina Reaper