myrellekhenpiok
Keran is twenty-six.
She's old enough to know that life doesn't always go the way you planned, but young enough to still wonder if you're doing any of it right.
She loves rainy days-the sound against her window, the quiet streets, the memories they bring back. Maybe that's why she doesn't mind getting caught in the rain one afternoon, even without an umbrella.
A stranger helps her.
She never asks for his name.
Months later, she meets someone at a little café.
He drinks coffee.
She drinks matcha.
They talk.
They laugh.
Little by little, he becomes part of her everyday life.
And without realizing it, Keran begins to wonder if perhaps there could be a *them*.
But some people enter our lives quietly.
Some become memories before we even realize how important they were.
And sometimes, the hardest part of falling in love isn't falling...
It's wondering how long you're allowed to keep it.
A story about rain, coffee, matcha, first loves, little things, unexpected connections, and the kind of love that makes ordinary days feel worth remembering.
🎧 **Inspired by the songs I'm listening to while writing this story.**
*Maybe some stories don't begin when two people meet.*
*Maybe they've already begun long before either of them realizes it.*