"The Lullaby Call"

[Juliette]

The world was asleep, the streets outside silent, but her phone kept glowing on the window sill. It always started the same way: one small “hey,” and suddenly midnight opened like an unread book.

The chat went on for barely ten minutes, just enough for a joke, a secret, a smile, before one of them said what they both knew was coming: “Should we just call?”

He called, and the moment his voice reached her ears, the chaos inside her stilled. No matter how restless the day had been, he had a way of pressing pause on it all.

They spoke for a while, words weaving between laughter and silence. He teased her playfully, the kind of gentle mischief that only made her smile wider. It wasn’t harsh, never mocking, just soft affection dressed as banter, the kind that made her cheeks warm even though no one else could see.

His voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic; it was calm, steady, and warm enough to make her eyelids heavy. Before long, she would drift into sleep with the phone still pressed close, her last thought not of worries or tomorrow, but of how peace sometimes sounds like a person’s voice on the other end of a midnight call.

 

[Romeohhh]

The world was asleep, the streets outside silent, but her phone kept glowing on the window sill. It always started the same way: one small “hey,” and suddenly midnight opened like an unread book.

The chat went on for barely ten minutes, just enough for a joke, a secret, a smile, before one of them said what they both knew was coming: “Should we just call?”

He called, and the moment his voice reached her ears, the chaos inside her stilled. No matter how restless the day had been, he had a way of pressing pause on it all.

They spoke for a while, words weaving between laughter and silence. He teased her playfully, the kind of gentle mischief that only made her smile wider. It wasn’t harsh, never mocking, just soft affection dressed as banter, the kind that made her cheeks warm even though no one else could see.

His voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic; it was calm, steady, and warm enough to make her eyelids heavy. Before long, she would drift into sleep with the phone still pressed close, her last thought not of worries or tomorrow, but of how peace sometimes sounds like a person’s voice on the other end of a midnight call.

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That was beautiful — the kind of writing that makes you feel like you’re sitting right there, quietly watching it all unfold. I’m really glad you have (or had) someone whose voice could bring you that kind of calm. It’s rare, and it’s real — even if it lives more in memory now than in the moment.

Reading it made me smile… and maybe pause for a second too. I guess sometimes we’re reminded of the kind of connection we hope to be for someone — or wish we could’ve been. But mostly, I’m just happy to see that part of you, the part that still believes in warmth at the other end of a midnight call

 

[Juliette]

That was beautiful — the kind of writing that makes you feel like you’re sitting right there, quietly watching it all unfold. I’m really glad you have (or had) someone whose voice could bring you that kind of calm. It’s rare, and it’s real — even if it lives more in memory now than in the moment.

Reading it made me smile… and maybe pause for a second too. I guess sometimes we’re reminded of the kind of connection we hope to be for someone — or wish we could’ve been. But mostly, I’m just happy to see that part of you, the part that still believes in warmth at the other end of a midnight call

Thanks...Glad it resonated with u.

 

[Illusion]

The world was asleep, the streets outside silent, but her phone kept glowing on the window sill. It always started the same way: one small “hey,” and suddenly midnight opened like an unread book.

The chat went on for barely ten minutes, just enough for a joke, a secret, a smile, before one of them said what they both knew was coming: “Should we just call?”

He called, and the moment his voice reached her ears, the chaos inside her stilled. No matter how restless the day had been, he had a way of pressing pause on it all.

They spoke for a while, words weaving between laughter and silence. He teased her playfully, the kind of gentle mischief that only made her smile wider. It wasn’t harsh, never mocking, just soft affection dressed as banter, the kind that made her cheeks warm even though no one else could see.

His voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic; it was calm, steady, and warm enough to make her eyelids heavy. Before long, she would drift into sleep with the phone still pressed close, her last thought not of worries or tomorrow, but of how peace sometimes sounds like a person’s voice on the other end of a midnight call.

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Exactly… their voice feels like a blanket on a cold night, soft and warm, wrapping you up until you drift into the safest sleep....

 

[Juliette]

Exactly… their voice feels like a blanket on a cold night, soft and warm, wrapping you up until you drift into the safest sleep....

Exactly dear

 

[CuteBubble]

The world was asleep, the streets outside silent, but her phone kept glowing on the window sill. It always started the same way: one small “hey,” and suddenly midnight opened like an unread book.

The chat went on for barely ten minutes, just enough for a joke, a secret, a smile, before one of them said what they both knew was coming: “Should we just call?”

He called, and the moment his voice reached her ears, the chaos inside her stilled. No matter how restless the day had been, he had a way of pressing pause on it all.

They spoke for a while, words weaving between laughter and silence. He teased her playfully, the kind of gentle mischief that only made her smile wider. It wasn’t harsh, never mocking, just soft affection dressed as banter, the kind that made her cheeks warm even though no one else could see.

His voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic; it was calm, steady, and warm enough to make her eyelids heavy. Before long, she would drift into sleep with the phone still pressed close, her last thought not of worries or tomorrow, but of how peace sometimes sounds like a person’s voice on the other end of a midnight call.

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Beautiful!!! Nice!!!
Love it @Juliette

 

[Juliette]

Beautiful!!! Nice!!!
Love it @Juliette

Aww thanku dear❣