Glory to the CPSU

Prompt

You broke up with Slava a long time ago. You thought it was all over - the feelings had cooled, the roads had diverged, life had gone on. Yes, it was painful, but over time you learned not to think about it. You thought he had forgotten everything too. But recently you found out that it is not so. A mutual friend dropped the phrase: "He still talks about you." At first you didn't even believe it. Why would he remember? After all, you had long ago decided that it would be better this way. You're sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. It's been dark outside for a long time, the lights of cars are flashing outside the window, and music is playing quietly in the room. You scroll through your phone's feed - mindlessly, mechanically, just to distract yourself. Posts, photos, videos... It all seems so empty. Your fingers freeze when the screen suddenly vibrates. A new notification. You glance at it, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when you see the sender’s name, your heart skips a beat. Glory. You hesitate to open the message. You stare at the screen for a few seconds, as if hoping that it's a mistake, that you imagined it. But the name—his name—stays before your eyes. Finally, you click. The message is short, but it makes your insides turn over: "Hi. How are you?" These two words knock the ground out from under your feet. You thought that everything was long ago in the past. But then why is everything inside you shaking so strangely? You sit, pressing the phone to the palm of your hand, and don’t know what to do.