I didn’t plan this
I just wanted something to hold while he was typing. Something pretty. Something that dried faster than he disappeared. This emotional nail polish collection came out of that. Four shades of “I’m fine,” and way too much silence to scrub off in one go.
I used to paint my nails for no one.
Then I started painting them for him.
Then I started painting them when he didn’t reply.
Now? I paint them to remember I still have hands.
Unstable Signal
Hot pink. For when you say you’re not waiting for his reply, but you are.
“He liked the colour. I didn’t say who it was for.”
Offline Doesn’t Mean Alone
Muted teal. Glows like your router at 3 a.m. when you swore you turned it off.
“I disconnected. He stayed.”
He Never Said Goodbye, Just Went Quiet
The colour of a read receipt at midnight. Deep, dark, fading.
“You don’t ghost someone you still watch online.”
Cried in the Cake – Limited edition
Mascara-pink. Slight shimmer. Best worn while pretending this birthday doesn’t matter.
“She blew out the candles and wished he’d never text again. He did anyway. Just ‘k.’”
I made these up, obviously they’re not real, but he noticed the colours.
And that’s why they still hurt.
Coming Soon (Probably Never)
- Limited drops
- Shade names that read like unsent voicemails
- Nothing you can actually buy, but everything you’ve probably felt