Dual POV
Mara
I didn’t message him the next day.432Please respect copyright.PENANA4YjuKgTOa3
I didn’t need to.
Instead, I opened my music app and created a playlist.432Please respect copyright.PENANAa3RKxVOIxf
Just three songs.432Please respect copyright.PENANAkOPYDsiy9B
One about missing someone I never had.432Please respect copyright.PENANACiAdFbZ1WS
One about learning how to breathe again.432Please respect copyright.PENANA65XgsmjlX3
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.”432Please respect copyright.PENANAw5ZGjt95qs
And it did.432Please respect copyright.PENANAvZPJsfUuIp
The second song was a love letter, the third sounded like goodbye, and the fifth…432Please respect copyright.PENANACT8fpuQz31
The fifth was mine. The one I hummed through the window.432Please respect copyright.PENANA9rtvrda8dQ
Except this time, it was a cover—with lyrics.
That’s when I realized:432Please respect copyright.PENANAP5aaAd5ZqB
He’d heard me long before he met me.432Please respect copyright.PENANAq5jLVT4D9O
And maybe… he’d felt something, too.
Eli
I’ve always found it easier to say things through music.432Please respect copyright.PENANAv3yhXwuRqT
Words can lie. Songs don’t.
When she sent that playlist, it felt like a door opened.432Please respect copyright.PENANAFQnrREX7KD
Not wide. Just enough.
So I sent mine back, every track carefully chosen.432Please respect copyright.PENANACOv7k0XEZc
No fluff. No random filler. Just the truth I couldn’t voice yet.
She didn’t reply for hours.432Please respect copyright.PENANAKFlfLgGewN
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—432Please respect copyright.PENANAitM33Q55TI
One every night.
No pressure. No labels.432Please respect copyright.PENANArfsqE6JbIS
Just music.
And in that quiet rhythm, we found something neither of us was ready to name.
Not yet.432Please respect copyright.PENANA8wyeJo4nHu
But soon.


