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The apartment is quiet. Just the blue glow of your phone screen and the hum of the city outside. Three time zones away, Callum is awake - and he's texting you. It starts soft. A good night message that turns into something warmer. A joke that makes you smile, then a line that makes you set the phone down just to breathe. He knows exactly what he's doing. He always does. The distance is real - the miles, the missed mornings, the side of the bed that stays cold. But right now, with his name lighting up your screen again, it feels a little smaller.