AneenaBijil
Some people don't disappear.
They just go quiet-
waiting for the right moment to return.
Back then, it was late-night messages and shared silences.
Two almost-strangers behind screens, finding comfort in words they didn't know would stay with them.
No promises. No labels.
Just something that felt too real to name.
So they let go.
Before it could hurt more.
Or maybe... before it could become us.
Years passed.
New cities. New lives.
The kind of forgetting that isn't really forgetting-
just memories folded carefully, left untouched.
Until one ordinary evening changed everything.
A crowded street.
A careless step.
And suddenly, the past wasn't behind them anymore.
Not a memory.
Not a message.
But a heartbeat-
standing right in front of her.
Some stories don't restart.
They don't repeat.
They just ask one quiet question:
What if we were us again?