Where Shadows Learn To Cry

When Shadows Learn To Cry

It had been four weeks.
Four weeks of letters. Of secrets. Of shadows learning to speak.

Ryan stood at the rooftop gate, one last letter in his pocket.
His chest was tight, breath uneven.
Today was the day.

Sia (written):
"If you're ready...
Friday. 5:30.
Here."

It wasn’t signed. It didn’t need to be.

He climbed slowly, each step echoing in his ears.
When he reached the top, he froze.

Someone was already there.

A girl.
Back turned. Hair tied in a low bun.
Quiet. Still. Waiting.

She turned around slowly.

And he knew.

Not because of her face.
But because of her eyes.

Eyes that looked like silence.
Like pages that had been written on a thousand times.

Neither of them spoke. Not yet.
But she smiled first.

Sia:
"You’re real."

Ryan:
"So are you."

And for the first time,
the rooftop didn’t feel lonely.

It felt like the beginning.

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~ NAKSH (All Rights Reserved)