Love doesn’t become frightening when feelings appear.
It becomes frightening when loss starts feeling possible.
And unfortunately… that fear had started growing quietly inside both of them now.
The next few days passed peacefully on the surface.
Calls.
Messages.
Voice notes.
Comfort.
But underneath everything— something had changed after that backstage conversation.
Because now both of them knew:
this wasn’t temporary attachment anymore.
This was becoming emotionally serious.
And honestly?
That realization made **Saloni’s** heart both happier and more afraid at the same time.
Tonight, **Saloni’s** city was drowning in rain again.
Thunder echoed softly outside while fairy lights glowed warmly across **her** room.
She sat near **her** balcony wrapped in **her** blanket, knees pulled close to **her** chest while **her** migraine slowly returned again.
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
**Her** debate work remained unfinished beside **her**.
**Her** mind simply felt too tired today.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
And unfortunately—
**Kairo** noticed almost immediately.
> @kairo.97:
> “Your replies are quieter today.”
She stared at the screen silently.
Because honestly?
She didn’t know how to explain this feeling properly.
The fear wasn’t about him hurting **her** intentionally.
That wasn’t it.
It was the terrifying realization that:
someone this important could actually break **her** heart someday without even trying to.
And maybe… that possibility alone already scared **her** enough.
She typed slowly.
> “Just overthinking.”
Seen instantly.
Then:
> “That sounds dangerous.”
A tiny smile appeared despite everything.
Still—
**her** chest remained heavy tonight.
A few moments later **her** phone rang softly.
She answered quietly this time.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
**Kairo’s** voice sounded calmer tonight.
Sleepier somehow.
And strangely— that alone made **her** heartbeat soften slightly.
Rain continued outside while silence settled between both of them again.
But unlike before— This story is hosted at g.com. this silence felt emotionally full.
Like both of them were thinking too much lately.
“You wanna tell me what your brain is doing?” he asked gently after a while.
She looked toward the rain outside **her** balcony quietly.
Then softly—
“Can I say something weird?”
“You always can.”
**Her** chest tightened painfully at how naturally he said that.
She closed **her** eyes briefly before speaking honestly.
“Sometimes I get scared of becoming too attached to people.”
Silence.
Not uncomfortable.
Careful.
She continued quietly:
“Because what if one day they suddenly leave?”
**Her** voice sounded smaller now.
More vulnerable.
And honestly?
She hated that.
But tonight— holding everything inside felt even harder.
“I think I’ve spent most of my life preparing myself emotionally for people to disappear,” she admitted softly.
The line stayed quiet for a few seconds.
Then finally—
**Kairo’s** voice reached **her** again.
“Who made you think you had to prepare for that?”
**Her** throat tightened immediately.
Because honestly?
Too many people probably had.
Family.
Friends.
People who stayed temporarily.
People who treated **her** like an option.
She laughed weakly instead of answering directly.
“Life?”
A soft sigh came from the other side.
And somehow— that sigh sounded sad too.
Meanwhile, in Seoul, **Kairo** leaned back against the dorm balcony railing while cold rain hit softly nearby.
**Saloni’s** words sat heavily inside **his** chest now.
Because lately… he had started realizing something terrifying too:
the thought of losing **her** presence had begun affecting him emotionally.
A lot.
And honestly?
That scared him more than fame ever did.
“You know what I think?” he asked quietly.
“What?”
“I think you’re so used to surviving alone that being cared for feels temporary to you.”
**Saloni’s** eyes burned instantly.
Again.
Always again.
Because somehow— he kept understanding the exact things she never explained properly.
She wiped **her** eyes quickly before he could hear **her** breathing change. he already noticed.
“You’re crying.”
Not a question.
A quiet realization.
She covered **her** mouth immediately in frustration.
“No I’m not.”
A tiny pause.
Then softly—
“You literally sniffled.”
She laughed through tears instantly.
Which honestly made everything worse.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
That made **her** laugh again despite **herself**.
And somehow— the heaviness inside **her** chest loosened slightly afterward.
Just slightly.
Enough to breathe easier.
Minutes later, the conversation became softer again.
Gentler.
Like both of them were emotionally holding each other carefully now.
Until suddenly— without thinking properly—
**Saloni** whispered something that made the entire room go silent afterward.
“What if I become too important to you someday…”
**Her** heartbeat slowed painfully.
“…and then suddenly I’m gone one day?”
Silence.
Complete silence.
**Her** own breath became uneven immediately.
Too honest.
Too vulnerable.
Too much.
She instantly wanted to disappear emotionally.
But then— very quietly—
**Kairo’s** voice reached **her** again.
And somehow… it sounded almost hurt.
“You don’t realize it yet,” he said softly,
“but disappearing would hurt you too.”
**Saloni’s** eyes closed slowly.
Because maybe… that was the exact problem.
They were both becoming important to each other in ways neither of them fully knew how to control anymore.
Outside, rain continued falling endlessly against the city.
And somewhere between fear, comfort, distance, and attachment— both of them finally understood something dangerous:
love had already started growing here quietly.
Neither of them had said the word yet.
But it existed now.
In every silence.
Every concern.
Every late-night call.
And honestly?
That truth was becoming impossible to escape anymore.