someoneislow
In the quiet corners of the world, bathed in the soft glow of their own solitary dreams, live haya, a seventeen-year-old student, and Avan, a twenty-seven-year-old businessman. They are separated by more than just miles; they are separated by the cruel whims of fate, two souls destined for one another, yet tragically unaware of the other's existence.
haya, with the delicate hope of youth, often gazes at the twilight sky from her window, a silent plea on her lips for a love she has only imagined. Her heart, a fragile vessel, aches with a longing she can't quite articulate, a yearning for the missing piece of her soul. She traces constellations, each star a silent whisper of questions: Who are you? Where are you? Are you also looking for me in the vast, indifferent expanse of the world? Her days are a melancholic dance between academic pursuits and the wistful anticipation of a connection that remains frustratingly out of reach.
Far away, amidst the relentless hum of city life, Avan moves through his world of commerce and ambition with a subtle, underlying melancholy. Success feels hollow, achievements incomplete, without a shared hand to hold, a kindred spirit to confide in. He often finds himself lost in thought, a profound sense of incompleteness shadowing his days. He wonders about the woman meant for him, a phantom presence in his mind. Is she happy? Is she lonely too? Does she feel this quiet ache, this persistent whisper of a destiny unfulfilled? The silence of his large apartment echoes with the unspoken questions, a constant reminder of the profound emptiness that only a soulmate can fill.
They are two poignant melodies, playing in separate symphonies, each note carrying the same profound sorrow of waiting, of searching for a love they instinctively know exists, yet cannot find. Their lives unfold, parallel lines stretched taut across the canvas of time, forever on the cusp of intersecting, forever just beyond each other's grasp.