𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Come out onto the balcony," his message read.
I stepped outside, scanning the area for him. It wasn't possible that he had actually come out here to meet me—but some part of me quietly hoped otherwise.
Everything that had happened today had brought us remarkably close.
Though I hesitated to admit it, when he shielded me from the crowd, I felt an unexpected sense of safety. For a moment, I forgot what we were... and where we were.
I found myself wishing he'd keep shielding me—not just from the crowd, but from the chaos I'd been running from within myself. It had been such a simple gesture, yet it felt like the greatest comfort anyone had given me. And he did it without even being asked.
I didn't quite understand why, but I was searching for him. Almost expecting him to be there.
And that was dangerous.
I shouldn't be expecting him—especially not after he'd just shown me kindness.
He's just being kind to you, Samayara. Don't mess it up.
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A flutter rose in my chest as I remembered what that phrase meant.
Saying the moon looks pretty means confessing your love in Japanese.
But I highly doubted he meant it that way.
Still, here we were, both looking up at the same sky. It was beautiful—more so because he had shared it with me. Even with my thoughts tangled and messy, the moon remained exquisite.
I took my time admiring it before finally heading back to my room, where I found Vanie already asleep. I set the alarm and slipped under the covers.
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I woke up feeling refreshed. Vanie was already in the bathroom. I reached for my phone and checked our family group chat—dozens of notifications awaited me. I replied to a few before Vanie stepped out.
"Good morning," I said, stretching.
"Morning," she replied, a little coolly. I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted since last night, but I brushed it off. Maybe I was just overthinking.
