Disclaimer: While the names in this story are fictional, the emotions are real—echoing the experiences, heartbreaks, and unspoken goodbyes that many of us have felt.

Milly hadn’t thought about Miss D in years. Not because she had forgotten her, but because life had a way of pushing certain people into the background, like an unfinished sketch tucked away in an old notebook.

they had been close—partners in crime, exchanging late-night texts, sharing dreams over coffee, and standing up for each other in school. But something had shifted. Somewhere between whispered secrets and unspoken words, Miss D had changed.

She became distant, sharp, and, eventually, someone who left more scars than memories.The fallout had been ugly. Words were said that couldn’t be taken back, and in the end, they parted ways with nothing but silence between them. Milly moved on—at least, that’s what she told herself.

But now, years later, Miss D’s name glowed on her phone screen.
Milly’s heart clenched. Part of her wanted to ignore it. The other part—the one that still remembered the good times—hesitated.

After a long pause, she typed back.
Hey, I missed talking to you..
"I don’t know if talking changes anything."

A few minutes passed before the reply came.

"Maybe not. But I’d still like to try."
"Why now?"milly
she felt… nothing. Or maybe too much.
A long pause. Then the reply came.

"I just… I regret how things ended."

That was it. No real answer, just vague words wrapped in guilt. But wasn’t that always how it had been? Miss D never explained, never stayed long enough to answer the real questions.

It didn’t feel fair.
Miss D sighed. "I know I hurt you. I was dealing with my own stuff, and I handled it the wrong way. I pushed you away."

Milly scoffed. "Pushed away? You disappeared, Miss D. You started ignoring my messages, barely responded to me. You forgot my birthday. And then I see you with new friends, living your life like I never existed."

Miss D winced but didn’t argue.

"I didn’t mean to—"

"But you did." Milly’s voice was sharp. "And the worst part? You never came back. Not really. Until now. And I don’t even know if you’re here for me, or if you just want to stop feeling guilty."

Miss D looked down, silent. That was answer enough.

Milly leaned back in her chair, exhaling. "You moved on. I had to, too. And now you show up like a ghost from the past, expecting what? That we’ll just pick up where we left off?"

Miss D shook her head. "No. I just… I wanted to say I’m sorry."

"That’s it?"

Miss D swallowed. "Yeah."

Milly nodded slowly. "Okay."

Miss D had walked away so easily back then, and now she had come back just to leave again. No real effort to make things right. No acknowledgment of the nights Milly spent wondering what she had done wrong, or the way that loss had shaped her.

Just an apology—one that felt hollow, one that did nothing to change the past.

Milly had wanted this to mean something. But instead, it felt like Miss D had written the ending of their story for herself, without thinking about the pages Milly had been left to read over and over.

She had thought this meeting would bring closure, that hearing Miss D’s apology would stitch up the wounds she had carried for so long. But instead, it felt like pressing on an old bruise—dull, familiar, and unresolved.

The air was thick with memories she no longer wanted to hold. The sound of Miss D’s voice still echoed in her ears, but it didn’t feel like the voice of someone she once trusted. It felt like a stranger’s—polite, distant, and unfamiliar.

Milly had imagined this moment so many times, running through the things she would say, the anger she would unleash, or the forgiveness she might offer.

But now, standing under the dim glow of the streetlights, she realized none of it mattered. The past couldn’t be rewritten, and the version of Miss D she had once loved as a friend didn’t exist anymore.

Her chest felt hollow. She had wanted something—an explanation, a moment of clarity, a feeling of peace—but all she was left with was emptiness.

Maybe this was the real lesson. Some friendships don’t end with a clean break or a satisfying resolution. Some just fade, leaving behind nothing but echoes
Milly wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel relieved or heartbroken about that.

And the worst part? She didn’t know if that feeling would ever go away.

Milly’s path to moving on isn’t instant—it’s a gradual process of letting go, rediscovering herself, and creating new experiences that don’t revolve around the past.

💬 "Some friendships fade. That doesn’t mean they weren’t real. It just means they weren’t meant to last forever."

Milly moves on by choosing herself. And one day, she’ll look back and realize—she doesn’t even miss Miss D anymore.
Although it's almost based on real experience and refrence from friendship breakups....it hurts to let go.
Lastly..thank you dear friend for teaching me and helping me grow.
Maybe in next life we'll be best buddies😌or not🤣

-Moley