"Born In Silence: A Heart That Was Never Heard"

After the Breakup – I Walked Like Nothing Happened

You all read my second episode, right?

So now, here I am, starting a new story—a story that begins after my breakup.

From the outside, I looked totally fine. I smiled, I laughed, I chilled in front of everyone at college. But the truth? No one really knew what I was hiding.

Because our relationship was a secret.

Nobody knew we were together. So when we broke up, no one asked me if I was okay. No one knew there was even a reason to ask. I just kept going with my fake smile, pretending everything was normal.

Now, you might think I never saw him again. Or he never saw me. But that’s not true.

We saw each other. A lot.

We just acted like we didn’t. I walked straight past him like he wasn’t even there. I pretended not to notice anyone, especially him. And honestly? That was my way of surviving.

But even pretending doesn’t take away that uncomfortable feeling inside. After the breakup, I cut off a lot of my friends too. I isolated myself because everything just felt… heavy.

And whenever I walked past his group of friends, their stares made me shrink.

The way they looked at me—it made me feel like I wasn’t even wearing clothes. I know, that probably sounds crazy to you. But that’s how I felt—vulnerable, exposed, like I was constantly being judged.

And then, the worst part—I heard from one of my old friends what he was telling people.

“He said you forced him.”

“He said you kissed him first.”

What?!

I was shocked. Angry. Hurt.

Because the truth is… he kissed me. And I had told him from the beginning—I wasn’t comfortable with physical stuff. I made that clear. But he still crossed that line first.

And now he was lying?

Saying I forced him? Like I was the one to blame?

It felt like betrayal on top of heartbreak. For a moment, I wanted to confront him. I wanted to tell the whole world the truth. But then I asked myself—why?

Why should I waste my energy on someone like him?

So I didn’t fight. I didn’t defend myself. I ignored him and his friends completely. I kept my distance, held my head high, and kept walking.

Then one day, something unexpected happened.

I was in my 5th semester, sitting with my hostel roommate. And guess what? He knew her.

So he came over. Said hello. Smiled. Asked how I was doing. Talked like we were old friends.

I smiled too.

I answered cheerfully. Calm. Collected. Like his presence didn’t even affect me.

And maybe… it didn’t anymore.

That was the last time I saw him. I haven’t met him since. And honestly? I don’t want to.

When the breakup first happened, I felt a little guilty. Like maybe I lost a friend too. But now?

Now I feel nothing.

He doesn’t even deserve to be my friend.

And life… it’s still going. But not exactly smoothly.

When I came back home from college, the peace I wanted didn’t exist. There were fights. Loud voices. Screaming. Every single day felt like chaos. And in the middle of it, sometimes, I’d have these dark thoughts.

I felt like giving up. Like ending everything.

But somehow, something inside me always stopped me.

Maybe it’s hope.

A little hope that my charming prince—the one I mentioned in my first episode—is still out there. Somewhere.

Maybe he’ll find me when the time is right.

Isn’t life strange? Or maybe… kind of funny?

Because sometimes, when things get too loud, when people become too much, I just wish…

I could become a tree.

Yeah, I know it sounds weird.

But think about it.

A tree doesn’t talk. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t betray anyone. It just is. Standing still, quiet, strong.

It gives shade. Air. Comfort. It holds the earth together. It stands tall for humans, birds, animals—without expecting anything in return.