When Silence Speaks The Stranger and the Spine of a Poem

The Stranger and the Spine of a Poem

Sometimes a single sentence feels safer than a whole past.

Mira walking home in light drizzle, fingers holding a book, her mind echoing that bookstore moment.

Tara(bestfriend)

Sooo... what’s his name? And does he have a twin, preferably available?

Mira(FL)

His name’s Ayan. He’s... quiet. But not awkward quiet. The kind that makes silence feel safe.

Tara(bestfriend)

Uff. That’s either very hot or very suspicious.

Mira(FL)

He noticed I was in the poetry section and said, "That means you're either sad or in love."

Tara(bestfriend)

Stopppppp. Who even says stuff like that without being a full-time fantasy character?

Mira(FL)

He wasn’t trying to flirt. It felt... accidental. Honest. And then he handed me this book.

Tara(bestfriend)

Wait—pause. BACK UP. He gave you a BOOK?! Did you just fall into a K-drama??

Mira(FL)

He had underlined a line and left a note on the inside cover.

💬Text Box: Mira opens the book again, running her fingers over a handwritten message.

Mira(FL)

Mira(FL)

It felt like he saw something I didn’t know I was showing. That scares me.

Tara(bestfriend)

Or maybe it means you're done hiding behind broken pieces.

Mira(FL)

Am I? What if I let someone in again and they turn out like Kian?

Tara(bestfriend)

Babe, even Kian wouldn’t be able to manipulate you now. Not with who you’ve become.

Flashback : A year ago. Dark screen. Blinking cursor. Lines of code. Mira hacks into a corrupt company database—heart pounding.

unknown

“If I don’t do this… more people will suffer.” “They trusted me with their data… now I have to protect it.”

Present Scene: Mira closes her laptop and stares into the rain again. Her past may be hidden, but it’s never gone.]

Mira(FL)

I’m not sure I’m ready to be “seen,” Tara.

Tara(bestfriend)

That’s okay. The right ones don’t rush the reveal. They wait outside the vault until you want to open it.

Bookstore Café — Ayan standing at the counter, quietly flipping a poetry book. He pauses. Turns slightly, like he felt someone thinking about him.

Ayan(softly, to himself)

Ayan(ML)

"She smelled like petrichor and secrets." "And I didn’t ask… because I wanted to be worthy of the answer someday."

🌧️ To be continued...

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Rajveer

its really cool story guyzzz

2025-06-24

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