Luke Combs - One Number Away -

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

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. Luke Combs - One Number Away

Jackson’s thumb shook slightly. He could almost hear the song they used to dance to playing in the distance, or maybe it was just the ringing in his own ears. He remembered the smell of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and rain, and for a second, the decision seemed easy. The Decision He deletes the numbers

Would she answer? Or would it go straight to voicemail? a mix of vanilla and rain