November faded.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOKDIFSrrsF
December froze.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ99uEZQLhsm
January drifted by in silence.
Three months passed, and with every day, I kept asking myself the same questions.
What happened?305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVteWzPl6RO
Why the sudden change?305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQODB8oRiQJ
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcLWB1SSJw
At the end of January.
Still no response from her.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEAnMyHqCFm
No message.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoSMeRAvYWL
No eye contact.
I told myself — maybe she’s just thinking about her future.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwSiXsV9wYj
Maybe it’s a phase.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH5CgtxZ0Vq
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqykuQww6tm
It was meant for the third years.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPPGNh8Fzj
But I got in — in my second year.
It should’ve felt like a crown.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzWLRZNf3m
But all I felt was the hollow absence of someone to place it on my head.
She wasn’t there to hear the news.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRETJeyMDH0
To congratulate me.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTqiXg2ve6g
To tease me.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8SJfdu9b54
To be proud.
And that silence made the success… feel like ash.
The Owl Coder program was intense.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8d28cHXji
It started at 5 PM and ended at midnight — with just a dinner break in between.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe4z2cobSpY
We were expected to stay in the hostel throughout.
No sunlight.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHAiddVaJBI
No sleep.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjZc2iVxA4
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…305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡajVuGuwUlk
I slept.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yyRA8ZOMF
An excuse disguised as exhaustion.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡteCxmG1nLE
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9T1JJV8DA
Three days a week in Thub, threee days in regular classes.
There went my attendance…305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHSqOmh2fEC
Flying out the window like a bird that no longer cared to return.
Inside Owl Coder, I got to know how selections happened.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSVkzbqEvxI
How people were noticed.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKl9RxKMwmB
How chances bloomed and vanished in a blink.
All I wanted to do was explain it all to her.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLt18bjeW2
To help her — even if I could no longer be near her.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TFsN7iR2I
Even if I was just a background character now.
I texted her.
Asked if she could meet in the library — just for a moment.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxGaNlCVIeA
I waited.
She replied:
“I’ll be late. I have class.”
That was it.
A sentence.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz4qpAcNPyt
A dagger.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLVIRtcYvxF
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOI60dvPbS
From the buses, through the mango gardens — one of the quietest, most serene places in our campus.
I saw her.
Sitting under the trees.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYiTmauCPR
With Ren.
Talking.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xLVnLYI5K
Smiling.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIhFSilzMz
Laughing.
I couldn’t stop.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LgyDNcAgv
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?”305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNwSyTArkP
“What did I do… that made me forgettable?”305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHuctFvtzNr
Or its just maybe me, who is overthinking.
The following days blurred.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ21U3hiEsR9
I wasn’t myself.
A haunted version of who I once was —305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTH6qwYmUa8
Lost in old texts, lost in memories.
I texted her again.
This time, everything I had.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDC8KXYdKK
Every unspoken word.
She replied.
It was reassuring.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczwB0lbB95
Warm, maybe.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9QqiuHP0iA
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 —305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7hOkyz8h4X
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfKYC0gH1b
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYqPVLkKsoj
Reminding her of how much potential she had.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡagIs3z2PHr
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.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEVjp4RikT
We just get moments like this —305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyN3rUpYy3O
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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and then Add to home screen.