Whisper of the lies and pasts👥🍂

Chapter 3-Unraveling Threads 👣

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With all my thoughts, The air in the coffee shop felt different, again. Like something had shifted-something unspoken, hanging in the space between me and him..

But suddenly in a move, When he passed by my table, my heart tripped in my chest. Not like it ever does with strangers. The usual flutter of unease or indifference was replaced by something deeper. The air seemed heavier. He was tall-taller than most men-his broad shoulders taking up space, his every movement deliberate. But it wasn't his stature that caught my attention, it was the eyes. Dark, almost too dark, but with something in them. Something familiar that made me feel, for the briefest moment, like I wasn't alone in my own head. I don't know why my eyes are going for him. I also find that something is similar between us..

I watched him leave, barely able to comprehend the rapid beating of my heart. There was nothing particularly special about his appearance. He wasn't the type of man I would normally notice. But it wasn't about the way he looked. It was about the way he felt-like a storm behind glass. He was dangerous, I could feel it in my bones, and yet... I couldn't look away..

I had no idea why he affected me so much, but as I watched him disappear into the crowd outside, I felt the world close in, like I was trapped in a moment that I couldn't escape.

The way his presence pulls at my heartstrings, silent and certain as the moon tugging on the tide. He moves through my thoughts like a melody, lingering softly, a rhythm I can't help but hear, every time, always..

The heart knows the paths the mind has yet to discover.

But then days passed, and the encounter seemed like nothing more than a fleeting, disconnected fragment in the blur of my life. I went back to the routine-writing, reading, scrolling mindlessly through my social media feed, anything to occupy the space in my mind. It wasn't until the weekend came and I found myself attending a family gathering that his face resurfaced in my mind again.

"Why are my thoughts surrounded by him"?- I sigh..

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The gathering was nothing special-a few family friends, too much food, and too many questions about my life, about what I was doing with myself. The usual.

I don't know why but I don't find interest in anything nowadays. The two things which are on my mind are the stress of my writings and ....him..

I wonder if I got a look of him today:)
Yeah. If.
Chasing 'if' is like tracing shadows-it flickers in possibility, but never holds the warmth of reality...

I forced a smile as I greeted my aunt, then my cousin, who, as always, had a dozen opinions on my "lack of progress." But I was used to it. Their well-meaning but incessant prying didn't affect me the way it once did. At least not outwardly. I know I'm not doing well these days.. I think, think like something is lingering ..I don't have any idea of that but...yeah:)

I picked at my food as the conversation around me swirled, my attention drifting in and out. Then my eyes landed on a man across the room, a familiar face that instantly made my stomach tighten.

Fucking tighten

It was him. The man from the coffee shop.

My past thoughts about 'If' have changed now.
Completely.

If only became real, the heart would dance between dreams and the weight of what might have been.

I recognized him immediately-there was no mistaking... that strong jaw, that same depth in his eyes that unsettled me.. He was standing by the fireplace, talking quietly to my father, but my focus was on the way he seemed... off. His posture was rigid, his mouth set in a tight line. His hand gripped the glass in his hand so tightly, I almost expected it to break..