Every night at exactly 11:47 p.m., Emma's phone vibrated with a message from an unknown number.
"Did you smile today?"
At first, she thought it was a prank. She ignored it.
The next night, the phone buzzed again—11:47 sharp.
"You looked tired this morning. Don't forget to rest."
Her heart skipped.
No one knew her routine that well. She lived alone. She spoke to almost no one.
On the third night, curiosity defeated fear.
Emma: "Who are you?"
Unknown: "Someone who promised never to leave you."
Her fingers trembled.
That sentence felt… familiar.
Years ago, Emma had loved someone deeply—Noah.
They had shared dreams, secrets, and a future that never arrived. One rainy evening, Noah left, saying only, "Some promises are too heavy to keep."
Two weeks later, she heard about the accident.
She never said goodbye.
The messages continued every night.
"Remember the blue notebook?"
"You still drink coffee without sugar."
"You always pretend you're strong."
These were Noah's words.
Things only he knew.
Emma stopped sleeping. She waited for 11:47 like a heartbeat.
One night, she typed:
Emma: "Are you Noah?"
The reply came slower than usual.
"I never stopped being."
Tears blurred her screen.
Desperate for answers, Emma traced the number.
It led her to an old hospital on the edge of the city—abandoned after a fire years ago.
At 11:46 p.m., she stood at the gate, cold air wrapping around her like a warning.
Her phone vibrated.
"You're here," the message said.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come."
Inside the building, the lights flickered.
At the end of a long hallway, a single room glowed.
And there—on a hospital bed—was a phone.
Old. Cracked.
Still charging.
Beside it lay a file.
NOAH CARTER – COMA PATIENT – UNRESPONSIVE FOR 6 YEARS
Emma's breath shattered.
The phone buzzed again.
"I couldn't wake up… so I learned to wait."
"Every night, I borrow a moment."
Her tears fell silently onto the floor.
Emma: "Why now?"
Noah: "Because tonight… I have to let go."
The clock hit 11:47.
The phone screen flickered.
"I loved you in every version of time."
"Live. Smile. Forget waiting."
The screen went dark.
Forever.
Weeks later, Emma sat by her window, watching the sunrise.
For the first time in years, she smiled—not from pain, but from peace.
Her phone stayed silent.
But in her heart, she carried the last message like a promise finally kept.