Where Secrets Begin
“You can bury your past under silence…
But sometimes, it speaks louder than you.”
— Mira
Mira’s apartment — late evening, rainy silence outside. Lights dim.
Mira sits curled up on her couch, blanket over her lap, her laptop glowing in front of her. Her tea is untouched.
She should be working.
But her mind won’t stop replaying what Ayan said.
“You’re still pretending you’re fragile.”
Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for the phone.
Mira(FL)
💬 He stood up to Kian without even blinking, Tara.
Tara(bestfriend)
💬 Okay… 😳 I need a photo of this man.
Mira(FL)
💬 It wasn’t just that. It’s like… he sees me.
Tara(bestfriend)
💬 😏 Did he touch your soul or something?
Mira(FL)
💬 No. But somehow, I wanted him to.
Mira tosses her phone aside, sighing. Rain patters louder. Her laptop pings — incoming client message.
🔒 Client ID: EchoAdmin
“Firewall breached. Reroute confirmed. Found traces of 'SpectreX'. Recommend immediate scan.”
Her heart drops.
SpectreX.
She hasn’t seen that name in two years. Since the day everything fell apart.
Mira(FL)
💭 No one should’ve been able to trace that alias. I destroyed it myself.
She stares at the message, numb.
The next morning, Elara Café
☕️ She walks in late, darker circles under her eyes, tension stiff in her shoulders.
And of course… he’s there.
Ayan is already seated in their usual corner. He glances up from a book, eyes pausing on her face.
Ayan(ML)
You didn’t sleep.
Mira(FL)
(sitting down):
Don’t need a psychic for that, huh?
Ayan(ML)
(smirks):
Nope. Just noticed the way your eyes look heavier than usual.
Mira(FL)
...I had work. Something from an old client.
Ayan(ML)
(tilts head):
Work… or something else?
Mira(FL)
Something… that’s trying to come back. And I’m not ready to let it.
Ayan(ML)
(serious now):
You don’t have to tell me.
But if it’s something dangerous…
I need to know what I’m standing between you and.
She stares at him.
Not many people ask what they’re standing between — they just walk away.
Mira(FL)
💭 I can’t risk dragging him in… but part of me already has.
Mira's phone ring with a call from an unknown number
She excuses herself and steps outside into the drizzle.
unknown
📞 (distorted, male):
You can run under a new name, Spectre…
But you left something behind.
Mira(FL)
📞 (sharply):
You shouldn’t have found me.
unknown
📞 And yet… here we are.
Be ready. The silence won't protect you anymore.
Call got disconnected with that
She stands frozen. Water dripping down her face — she can’t tell if it’s the rain or the fear.
Suddenly—
A warm coat drops over her shoulders.
Ayan is there. Quiet. Watching her shake.
Ayan(ML)
(softly):
You okay?
She doesn’t lie this time.
Mira(FL)
No. But I think you’re the only reason I haven’t shattered yet.
And in that moment, under a grey sky and silent threat—
he doesn’t ask her to be strong.
He just stands there.
Still. Steady. Solid.
Because sometimes, protection means saying nothing.
And just not leaving.
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