She Fell First but He Never Did!!
The art of falling alone...
The kind of day where even the clouds looked tired...
Meihika walked into the library again, her footsteps soft, her eyes searching before her heart even let her...
Not on the left where he usually sat...Not in the aisle where he pretended to browse...
Not leaning on the railing or hiding behind a book he never read...
And yet she sat... Like a fool, she sat...
She even bunked a lecture just in case he walked in...
Just in case he’d glance her way...
Just in case today was another maybe...
But time kept passing, unbothered...And he… didn’t come...
She opened her journal... Tried to write.. Tried to read...
But the words felt dull, dead...
Like they knew they weren’t being written for him today...
Hours later, when the light turned golden and soft, she finally packed up...
Meihika
**Her shoulders sagged**
She told herself to stop doing this...That she didn’t come to see him...
That this wasn’t obsession... But then…
Leaning against the wall... Dressed in black again like every color in the world didn’t deserve to touch him...
He wasn’t on his phone... He wasn’t talking...He was just… staring...
As if he’d been waiting too...
She froze for a second...
Her heart screamed his name....But her lips stayed still....
Just held her in his gaze that cruel, beautiful, unapologetic gaze...
Meihika
**She walked away**
Because she didn’t trust her voice...
She lay on her bed, lights off, her phone screen lighting up the darkness like a flickering star...
She hadn’t expected anything...
A message appeared from an unknown number...
Unknown
What’s up, literature girl?💬
Meihika
**Sat upright stared at the screen like it had whispered her name**
Veer
The guy who catches you staring way too often 😉💬
Meihika
**Her breath hitched**
Meihika
**She couldn’t help but smile**
Meihika
Maybe I stare because someone makes it impossible not to...💬
Veer
You calling me pretty, literature girl?💬
Meihika
More like… distracting...💬
Veer
I’ll take it...You’re not so boring yourself...ಠ﹏ಠ💬
Her heart did that stupid fluttering thing again...
Like a bird trapped in a cage, unsure if it wanted out or just wanted him...
And that’s how it started.... Midnight conversations...
He texted without warning...
Never long paragraphs... Never too much... Just enough...
Always enough to keep her waiting...
And she did... She waited for his replies like they were sunrise...
Held onto every joke, every emoji, every "you there?"
He made her laugh at 2 AM.... Teased her about her poems.
Called her “Miss Cursive Disaster” and “My walking bookshelf.”
Veer
Why do you always write sad poems?
Meihika
because I don’t know how to write about joy without lying...
Veer
that’s deep… and a little tragic
Veer
yeah… maybe you are...
And yet, he never said too much...
Never asked for pictures...
Never flirted outright...
But every message felt like a thread wrapped around her ribs pulling her closer, tighter, deeper...
She began carrying her phone everywhere...Checking it between classes...
Keeping the brightness low during lectures just to read his one-line texts...
Laughed at jokes no one else heard...
And at night, she would write in her journal, always starting with the same line...
But what she didn’t know was….
He watched...He knew she waited...He knew his words made her glow.
He said just enough to keep her heart dangling...
A love story written in invisible ink...
Meihika
**Her heart skipped**
maybe...
Meihika
Would it scare you if I said yes?
There was a pause...Longer than usual...
Veer
No...I like being someone’s muse...
Meihika
Even if it’s unintentional?
Meihika
**Her breath caught**
Hazel [AUTHOR]
[That one line ,God, that one line...]
Meihika
(Was that a confession?)
Hazel [AUTHOR]
[Or just another trick of his beautifully deceiving tongue?]
That night, she lay awake, whispering his name into her pillow like a secret prayer...
A name that sounded like poetry... Felt like hope...
And would, someday, taste like ruin...
In her journal that night...
[Your smile writes stories in my skin...
Your voice is a drug I never agreed to take...
And your eyes…
God, your eyes... They make me believe things you never say...
You give me just enough to stay...
But never enough to stop aching...]
Because he knew what he was doing...
And she didn’t know how to stop...
She wasn’t falling in love...
And he just watched her fall...
With that same damn smile...
Those cruelly beautiful orbs...
The ones that held no intention...Only indulgence...
Hazel [AUTHOR]
Hope you are liking the story...
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Golden Heart
oh god itni mehnat likhne me/Sob//Rose/
2025-08-06
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