One Number Away - Luke Combs -

He presses it. She answers. Her voice is sleepy, confused, and then cold. He looks like the desperate ex who can't let go.

He could still see her coat hanging on the back of the door, even though she had taken it two months ago. Luke Combs - One Number Away

Jackson had already typed the area code. He had typed the first three numbers, then the next three. Only the final digit remained. A four. Such a small, simple shape, yet it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The apartment was too quiet without her laugh. He presses it