“I’ll listen. No matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are, I’ll always try to understand you.”I had laughed nervously, the quiet of the room pressing in around us. “Even if I call you every day for a month?”“Yes,” he said, steady and low, like a promise etched into the air, “even then.”And now… a month has passed. Thirty days of unanswered calls, silent messages, empty screens. His voice still lingers, warm in memory, even as the cold of his absence settles in.When we met at the summit, I didn’t expect him to become this… essential. This consuming. And now, caught between hope and heartbreak, I wonder: do I walk away, or wait for a voice that may never return?Right now… I don’t know if he’s coming back.