Chapter 1: When His Eyes found Me

I wasn’t looking for love.

Not after all I had been through.

I had built walls—thick, high walls—that no one had managed to scale.

I laughed too loud, played too much, and kept my heart wrapped tight in silence.

Because silence was safer.

Silence didn’t break.

And then he came.

It's not like a storm that rips through everything.

It's not like fireworks bursting in the night.

But like a quiet breeze that shifts the air, unseen but felt deeply.

His eyes found me.

I remember the moment perfectly.

The way the room seemed to dim,

how all the noise faded away until only his gaze was left,

burning like a flame meant only for me.

He didn’t just look.

He saw.

As if our souls had met somewhere long before this life—

as if he were the missing piece I didn’t know I had lost.

I blinked, unsure if I should hold his stare or look away.

He smiled, but it wasn’t a smile of joy or ease.

It was half-formed, like a secret caught on the edge of his lips,

a hint of pain and longing tangled together.

Then I saw it.

The gold ring on his finger, shining like a warning light.

He wasn’t mine to have.

There was a woman by his side,

her laughter too loud,

her hand holding his arm like a claim.

Yet, despite her presence, despite the barrier between us,

his eyes never left me.

I turned away, but my heart stayed rooted.

He had become a silent rhythm in my life,

an unspoken song that played beneath every breath.

Days turned to weeks, and I found myself watching him without realizing it.

How his shoulders tightened when he thought no one saw,

how his voice softened whenever he spoke my name,

how his eyes held stories no one else was meant to hear.

He never crossed the line.

Never said anything that would betray the silence we both kept.

But every glance was a conversation.

Every fleeting touch of our hands was a promise neither of us dared to speak aloud.

One afternoon, I caught him staring at me—really staring.

Not at the surface I showed the world,

but at the fragile, quiet pieces I kept hidden.

His gaze held something sacred, something like a promise

to protect what he saw but could never claim.

And I held it like a secret. I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone.

That night, lying beneath a sky full of stars, I whispered to the universe,

“What is this between us?”

Is it a curse, a test, or a blessing?

A thread connecting two souls across lifetimes and pain?

The stars were silent.

But deep inside, my heart whispered back,

“You know him. You always have.”

Yes.

I know him.

Even if he belongs to someone else.

Even if all we share is silence.

Sometimes, silence is louder than love.

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