The next night, Emma waited for Ryan's call.
Her room was quiet again, but this time it didn't feel lonely.
Her phone rang. She smiled instantly.
"Hi Emma," Ryan's familiar voice said.
"Hi Ryan," she replied, feeling a little shy.
They talked about nothing and everything—favorite songs, childhood memories, and silly dreams.
Hours passed like minutes. Neither noticed the time.
Emma laughed at his jokes, even though they were simple.
Ryan listened to her laugh and felt a warmth he hadn't felt in years.
"You make nights less lonely," Emma said softly.
"And you make mine brighter," Ryan replied.
Neither of them had seen each other, yet their hearts already knew a little piece of the other.
By the time they hung up, both felt a strange sadness—like leaving a friend they didn't want to say goodbye to.
Emma whispered to herself,
"Maybe… love doesn't need eyes after all."
And somewhere, Ryan smiled, thinking the same thing.