Away — Luke Combs - One Number

He deletes the numbers. He goes to bed. He wakes up tomorrow and continues the slow, painful process of forgetting.

With a slow, heavy exhale, Jackson hit the backspace button. He watched the numbers disappear one by one until the screen was blank. He locked the phone and flipped it face down on the table. Luke Combs - One Number Away

⚡ Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is recognize when to hold back, even when every fiber of your being wants to reach out. He deletes the numbers

He presses it. She answers. Her voice is sleepy, confused, and then cold. He looks like the desperate ex who can't let go. With a slow, heavy exhale, Jackson hit the backspace button

The rain on the roof of the small Nashville apartment sounded like static on a radio station that wouldn't quite come in. Jackson sat at the Formica kitchen table, staring at the screen of his phone. It was 2:14 AM.

At the very last millisecond, Jackson stopped. He stared at the glowing screen, the incomplete number staring back at him like an unresolved chord in a country song.

Jackson had his thumb hovering over the green call button. He was exactly one number away from hearing her voice. The Weight of the Last Digit