Where Shadows Learn To Cry

Rooftop Doesnt Echo Anymore..

The notes stopped.

Not because the words ran out—
but because they didn’t need paper anymore.

Now they sat beside each other.
Same rooftop. Same sky.
But this time, no hiding.

Sometimes they talked.
Sometimes they didn’t.
And sometimes, that silence—
the one that used to break them—
felt like safety.

Ryan:
“You still carry your notebook?”

Sia:
“Always. Just… don’t need to fill it with pain now.”

She flipped to an old page. One of the first things he wrote.

He looked down, smiling. “That guy… was breaking.”

She nodded. “But he still wrote.”

Ryan looked at her—really looked. “And she read it. Listened. Replied.”

Sia leaned her head on his shoulder.

The sky didn’t crack that day.
It just softened.

And the rooftop?

It didn’t echo anymore.
It held voices now.
Real ones.

~ NAKSH (All Rights Reserved)