Morning came, but it didn't feel new.
The sunlight slipped quietly through the window, touching everything in the room… except the heaviness in her heart.
She woke up slowly, her eyes opening to a world that looked the same—yet felt different.
For a few seconds, she didn't move.
And then… it came back.
That moment.
That face.
That feeling.
Her fingers tightened slightly on the bedsheet as she stared into nothing.
"Why am I still thinking about him…?"
There was no answer.
Only silence.
The day went on like any other.
Voices around her.
People talking.
Life moving forward.
But she wasn't really there.
Her mind kept drifting back—to that one place, that one second where everything had changed without warning.
She remembered the way the air felt.
The way her heart had paused.
The way his eyes had met hers, as if time itself had stopped just to let that moment exist.
It scared her a little.
How could something so small feel so big?
She tried to distract herself.
She helped at home.
She sat with her family.
She even smiled when someone spoke to her.
But deep inside…
Something was missing.
Or maybe…
Someone.
That evening, she found herself sitting alone, her hands resting quietly in her lap.
Without thinking, her lips whispered softly—
"Will I ever see him again…?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered.
But her heart… already knew what it wanted.
Days may pass.
Life may move on.
People may forget.
But some moments…
They don't leave.
They stay.
They echo.
Again and again.
Inside your heart.
And she knew…
This wasn't the end of that feeling.
It was just the beginning.
To be continued…