November faded.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNOlsqUsjRU
December froze.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIfrPERLpRG
January drifted by in silence.
Three months passed, and with every day, I kept asking myself the same questions.
What happened?133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3tlVY8JfhP
Why the sudden change?133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZwwCrRIqv
What about everything we planned for — the little things, the big things, the quiet promises, the late-night talks, the classes?
Had it all meant nothing?
While I kept overthinking and pretending to be okay, the third semester slipped by.
And the fourth began.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQtMqpcoqg
At the end of January.
Still no response from her.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTY0EFrptlS
No message.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTv33taCOxy
No eye contact.
I told myself — maybe she’s just thinking about her future.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwtU1jnqBuK
Maybe it’s a phase.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtsvtjBjWk
Maybe she’ll return when she's ready.
That’s when I got selected into Owl Coder. along with some other second years.
One of the most prestigious training programs our college had.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1FV8ktUxi
It was meant for the third years.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5KWWCBpso
But I got in — in my second year.
It should’ve felt like a crown.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50y5jy7zTf
But all I felt was the hollow absence of someone to place it on my head.
She wasn’t there to hear the news.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgP0Xdfq6ow
To congratulate me.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0EZbseovp
To tease me.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRG7we6lat4
To be proud.
And that silence made the success… feel like ash.
The Owl Coder program was intense.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡofltNnIlD4
It started at 5 PM and ended at midnight — with just a dinner break in between.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1PWPhCfVp
We were expected to stay in the hostel throughout.
No sunlight.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMd47Zo7kD
No sleep.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmc0lKRojVP
No time.
I was running on caffeine, coping with cold metal bunk beds and the constant hum of exhausted ambition.
So during the day’s technical hub sessions…133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWHNqZB513a
I slept.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA37a04Z1aH
An excuse disguised as exhaustion.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZxdPURbZSU
A mask for what I couldn’t confess — that I just didn’t have it in me anymore.
This semester's subjects were Operating Systems and DBMS.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpKODAhq2F
Three days a week in Thub, threee days in regular classes.
There went my attendance…133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDpuB2V8ni
Flying out the window like a bird that no longer cared to return.
Inside Owl Coder, I got to know how selections happened.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdzLrhhlkQ
How people were noticed.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmnGYvpQO1
How chances bloomed and vanished in a blink.
All I wanted to do was explain it all to her.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUOjXmqNEP2
To help her — even if I could no longer be near her.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIg9C58XUuI
Even if I was just a background character now.
I texted her.
Asked if she could meet in the library — just for a moment.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmBvq1QzyPi
I waited.
She replied:
“I’ll be late. I have class.”
That was it.
A sentence.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm2Mne731W7
A dagger.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf54Hbeaw3P
A quiet way of saying, You’re not important enough to wait for.
And yet I still hoped.
Then one evening, everything cracked.
I was walking toward the hostel.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwiy0Xi6GT
From the buses, through the mango gardens — one of the quietest, most serene places in our campus.
I saw her.
Sitting under the trees.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc9kYPui3VU
With Ren.
Talking.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUKyQEE7tQU
Smiling.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8J84WeQMX
Laughing.
I couldn’t stop.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFLOpxFK7Y
I couldn’t go back.
I ran past them — like a ghost of someone who once mattered.
My heart screamed:
“Why… can you talk to him, but not to me?”133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefOHG1Q6rj
“What did I do… that made me forgettable?”133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8GLHd4q9YL
Or its just maybe me, who is overthinking.
The following days blurred.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTW253Pjq1
I wasn’t myself.
A haunted version of who I once was —133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa25JlinK88
Lost in old texts, lost in memories.
I texted her again.
This time, everything I had.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1kMGqeDlW
Every unspoken word.
She replied.
It was reassuring.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡudIhxI8KOT
Warm, maybe.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEkbXXsGdWn
But it felt forced — like something written more out of duty than care.
And that’s when it happened.
She became a stranger.
The third name I gave her.
She said:
“I have a lot going on. I don’t want to get involved. I care for you…”
Then why did I feel like I only existed in her joy?
Was I meant to only be her comfort, her tutor, her support —133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUVsIseOtJ
and when the storms came, someone to lock away?
Was I disposable when I hurt, but valuable when she smiled?
Then the final blow.
I heard she wouldn’t be continuing in Technical Hub anymore.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbV5UHNeQf6
That she was stepping away from the journey we once shared.
My chest sank.
It was true.
She was walking a road I would never again walk beside her.
Still… I wrote to her.
One heartfelt message.
Encouraging her.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZSti9oyMx
Reminding her of how much potential she had.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0F63Ufm2Rw
That the world still waited for her — even if I no longer did.
She replied:
“That made my day…”
And maybe that was enough.
Maybe, sometimes, we don't get closure.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XjlhI40Z0
We just get moments like this —133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXz1dV5wXmO
A soft echo that reminds us it was real… once.
Even if now, all that remains is a ghost, a third name, and a message.
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