{"id":10560,"date":"2025-07-31T14:04:01","date_gmt":"2025-07-31T14:04:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/xstorynews.com\/?p=10560"},"modified":"2025-07-31T14:04:37","modified_gmt":"2025-07-31T14:04:37","slug":"the-last-message-i-needed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/xstorynews.com\/?p=10560","title":{"rendered":"The Last Message I Needed"},"content":{"rendered":"

When my girlfriend passed away, I couldn\u2019t stop texting her. Every night, I\u2019d send, \u201cI miss you.\u201d It was my way of holding on. One day, the messages stopped going through. Her number had been deactivated.<\/p>\n

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The next day, I got a message\u2014on Facebook. From her account. My heart nearly stopped. It said, \u201cHello, honey.\u201d<\/p>\n

I froze. I read the message over and over, trying to make sense of it. It felt like something out of a nightmare. I clicked on the profile\u2014same photo, same posts, same final update before the accident.<\/p>\n

Shaking, I typed back: \u201cIs this some kind of sick joke?\u201d
\nThe message was marked as \u201cseen.\u201d No reply. I waited, heart pounding.<\/p>\n

Hours later, another message arrived.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to scare you. I\u2019m her sister, Mira. I just got into her account. I\u2019ve been reaching out to the people who were close to her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I exhaled, remembering Mira\u2014her younger sister from overseas. We hadn\u2019t talked much at the funeral, and she flew home the next day.<\/p>\n

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