Cassandra25164
Story Title: "When He Cared Without Saying It"
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She always thought love came with flowers, long texts, and loud declarations.
Until she met him.
They weren't fireworks.
They were sunrise-slow, soft, steady.
Aaliya was the kind of girl who felt too much.
She would overthink a single word, re-read conversations,
and worry about whether she was too clingy, too emotional, or just too much.
He, on the other hand, was quiet.
He didn't speak in long paragraphs.
He wasn't poetic.
But he remembered the way she took her coffee.
He called her when it rained, because he knew it made her sad.
He sent her songs without words-
and they always felt like they were written for her.
In the beginning, she doubted it.
"He doesn't say much. Does he even feel anything?"
But then one evening, she fell sick.
Her messages slowed. Her voice was weak.
She didn't tell him how bad it was-she didn't want to seem needy.
But he noticed.
And showed up.
With soup.
With silence.
With a charger, because he knew her phone dies and she never plugs it in.
With her favorite hair clip, because hers had broken last week and she didn't think he'd everything.