BiggBoss
Wellknown Ace
He waits, not for hours—just for her.
She comes online, the green dot appears, his heart lifts for a second. She sees his message. That tiny word—seen—burns more than silence. No reply. Again.She stays online, laughing somewhere else,
He tells himself she’s busy. He tells himself not to care. But every time it happens, something inside him quietly asks, “Am I that unimportant?”
When she finally replies, it’s short, casual, like nothing was ever missing. But she doesn’t stay. She never comes to talk—only replies, only when it suits her.
And he smiles at the screen, pretending it doesn’t hurt, while learning a slow lesson:
Sometimes people don’t leave—you just stop being a place they want to stay.
She comes online, the green dot appears, his heart lifts for a second. She sees his message. That tiny word—seen—burns more than silence. No reply. Again.She stays online, laughing somewhere else,
He tells himself she’s busy. He tells himself not to care. But every time it happens, something inside him quietly asks, “Am I that unimportant?”
When she finally replies, it’s short, casual, like nothing was ever missing. But she doesn’t stay. She never comes to talk—only replies, only when it suits her.
And he smiles at the screen, pretending it doesn’t hurt, while learning a slow lesson:
Sometimes people don’t leave—you just stop being a place they want to stay.