Dual POV
Mara
I didn’t message him the next day.111Please respect copyright.PENANA7Wt2JnY1Zi
I didn’t need to.
Instead, I opened my music app and created a playlist.111Please respect copyright.PENANAbdc4XtroPm
Just three songs.111Please respect copyright.PENANAEaSn8yDb6j
One about missing someone I never had.111Please respect copyright.PENANA34WVM0nyJR
One about learning how to breathe again.111Please respect copyright.PENANArs2R0j1TFl
And one—soft and wordless—that made me think of him sitting across from me in the rain.
I named it “For When You’re Not Sure.”
No text. No explanation. Just a link I dropped in his inbox that night.
Ten minutes later, a message appeared:
“That third track wrecked me. Here’s mine.”
His playlist was called “If I Said Too Much.”111Please respect copyright.PENANAMYW5RhTXeE
And it did.111Please respect copyright.PENANATotg1CmO4U
The second song was a love letter, the third sounded like goodbye, and the fifth…111Please respect copyright.PENANABuzVBtISK5
The fifth was mine. The one I hummed through the window.111Please respect copyright.PENANAatOb4uw2EB
Except this time, it was a cover—with lyrics.
That’s when I realized:111Please respect copyright.PENANAAInj4v7Aja
He’d heard me long before he met me.111Please respect copyright.PENANAxTv1UJhhQy
And maybe… he’d felt something, too.
Eli
I’ve always found it easier to say things through music.111Please respect copyright.PENANA7FXUU9oDdF
Words can lie. Songs don’t.
When she sent that playlist, it felt like a door opened.111Please respect copyright.PENANAHuwWMiOyZi
Not wide. Just enough.
So I sent mine back, every track carefully chosen.111Please respect copyright.PENANAQknW63JdOx
No fluff. No random filler. Just the truth I couldn’t voice yet.
She didn’t reply for hours.111Please respect copyright.PENANAqY4Klpsmmo
When she finally did, it was just:
“I don’t know what this is yet. But I want to find out.”
That was it.
And somehow, it was more honest than any three-page confession could’ve been.
So we kept exchanging playlists—111Please respect copyright.PENANAab2iUThrV2
One every night.
No pressure. No labels.111Please respect copyright.PENANAITc7RXRZGF
Just music.
And in that quiet rhythm, we found something neither of us was ready to name.
Not yet.111Please respect copyright.PENANAmYPyMIB5Wd
But soon.