Not every day with someone becomes soft and beautiful.
Some days stay messy.
Tiring.
Silent.
Emotionally complicated.
And maybe…
that’s how she know a connection is becoming real.
The entire day had gone wrong somehow.
She woke up late.
Her migraine refused to calm down.
Her professor embarrassed her during class again.
And her family had another conversation about “being realistic about the future.”
Which honestly felt exhausting now.
Because every time she talked about your dreams seriously— people looked at her like she were aiming too high.
“UN is not easy,” her uncle had said during lunch.
She smiled politely.
As if she didn’t already know that.
As if impossible things stopped hurting just because people reminded her repeatedly.
By evening, her chest felt emotionally heavy in that familiar uncomfortable way.
The kind where:
* She laugh normally
* talk normally
* exist normally
…but internally everything feels too loud.
Rain poured outside again while she sat near her balcony floor wrapped inside a blanket.
Her notes remained untouched beside by her .
For once— even music felt irritating.
Her phone vibrated softly.
She didn’t check immediately.
Another vibration.
Then another.
Finally, after five whole minutes, she unlocked the screen tiredly.
Three messages.
From him.
> @Kairo.97:
> “You disappeared today.”
Another one.
> “Everything okay?”
And the last:
> “Or are you ignoring me professionally now?”
A tiny smile almost appeared on her lips.
Almost.
She typed slowly.
> “Long day.”
Seen instantly.
But surprisingly— no reply came immediately afterward.
The silence lasted longer than usual.
And strangely…
that tiny delay affected her more than it should have.
Her brain instantly started overthinking.
Maybe he was busy. This story is hosted at g.com.
Maybe practice started.
Maybe you sounded rude.
See?
This was exactly why attachment scared her.
Because suddenly small silences started feeling personal.
She locked her phone again before her thoughts could spiral further.
Outside, thunder echoed softly.
Her eyes burned slightly now.
Probably from exhaustion.
Or maybe from holding emotions in all day again.
She hated crying.
Not because tears were weak.
But because once she started…
stopping became difficult.
And unfortunately— today already felt dangerously close to that point.
Her phone vibrated again.
She ignored it.
Then again.
With a sigh, she checked finally.
> “Bad long day or manageable long day?”
Her expression softened immediately.
Such a small question.
Yet somehow…
it felt gentler than:
> “what happened?”
Because he wasn’t forcing explanations out on her .
Just checking carefully.
She stared at the message quietly before replying honestly.
> “Emotionally tiring long day.”
Seen.
Then silence again.
But this time— the silence felt thoughtful instead of distant.
A few minutes later, another message appeared.
> “Do you want distraction or comfort?”
Her breath caught softly.
And suddenly…
Her chest hurt a little less.
Because nobody had ever asked her that before.
Usually people either:
* forced advice
* ignored her feelings
* or made everything about fixing her
But this?
This felt different.
Like he understood that sadness didn’t always need solutions immediately.
She looked toward the rainy sky quietly before replying.
> “I don’t know.”
Seen.
Then:
> “That’s okay too.”
Her throat tightened unexpectedly.
The room stayed silent except for rain hitting the balcony railing softly.
And before she realized it—
She covered her mouth immediately in frustration.
“Seriously?” she whispered to herself shakily.
She hated this.
Hated crying so easily when emotions became too heavy.
Her breathing became uneven while she quickly wiped her eyes.
But once tears started— they never listened properly.
Her phone vibrated again.
> “Your head hurts again, doesn’t it?”
Her eyes widened slightly.
How did he always know?
She typed weakly:
> “A little.”
Seen.
Then another message came almost instantly.
> “Take your medicine first.”
Another one followed.
> “Then talk to me.”
That sentence broke something softly inside her chest.
Not painfully.
Safely.
Because for the first time in a very long while— someone sounded like they genuinely wanted you to feel okay before continuing the conversation.
Not because they were forced to.
But because they cared.
She leaned her head against the wall quietly while tears continued falling silently.
And strangely…
She didn’t feel lonely this time.
Meanwhile.
Inside another city filled with bright studio lights and exhaustion—
Kairo sat alone near the practice room mirrors staring at her short replies quietly.
Something felt wrong today.
Her energy looked tired.
Heavier.
And after weeks of talking to her — he had started recognizing her emotional silences too.
The members laughed loudly somewhere outside the hallway.
But his thoughts stayed distracted.
Because strangely…
he didn’t like imagining her crying alone.
Not after becoming someone who understood him this gently.
His phone screen lit up again.
A new message from her.
> “Medicine taken.”
A tiny relieved smile appeared on his face instantly.
Then softly— he typed:
> “Good.”
After a few seconds, another message followed.
> “You don’t always have to survive bad days alone, you know.”
Her eyes filled again after reading it.
Because maybe…
that was exactly what she had been doing in her entire life.
Surviving quietly.
Alone.