My blank love - My blank love Part-12

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“A Calm… That Was Meant to Return”

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That night, AbuZar's mother placed her hand on his shoulder and simply said:

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> “Wake up tomorrow morning — and say what your heart holds.

Whether or not you receive an answer…

At least your heart won’t carry this weight anymore.”

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AbuZar remained silent, but for the first time, there was a glimmer in his eyes — as if a broken man was trying to stand up once again.

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The Next Morning

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The sun had just begun to rise, but its light couldn’t reach Zoboriya’s face.

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She was once again on that same bench — the one that had witnessed two goodbyes just the day before.

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She still had her diary with her.

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And a cup of coffee — now cold, like there was no warmth left inside her anymore.

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At that very moment…

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AbuZar arrived.

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Slowly — as if each step carried an unspoken confession.

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Zoboriya looked up, but said nothing.

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AbuZar sat — a little away, but still on the same bench.

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For a moment, there was silence. Then he softly said:

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> “Zoboriya… I left because I didn’t want to give you my death.

But now I understand — I couldn’t even give you the most important truth of my life.”

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Zoboriya’s fingers trembled.

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AbuZar took out a medical report from his pocket — and placed it in front of her.

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> “This is the illness that broke me…

But now there’s treatment. There’s hope.

Just… no courage.”

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His lips were dry, but his eyes were already wet.

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Zoboriya didn’t look at the report. She just kept looking at him.

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Then, after a long pause, she asked:

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> “And what do you want now?”

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AbuZar’s voice was broken:

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> “Not time… just forgiveness. And if possible… one last evening, where I can say everything I’ve held in for years.”

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Zoboriya stood up.

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For a second, it seemed she would walk away again…

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But she gently said:

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> “7 PM tonight — same café.

Where you once told me:

‘I can read your silences better than any book.’”

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And she walked away.

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Café — 7 PM

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The café was the same — old photographs on the walls, golden light from the windows, and a soft melancholy sitting quietly at every table.

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AbuZar was already there.

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Two mugs were placed in front of him — one for himself, one for the wait.

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7:03 PM.

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Zoboriya arrived.

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She was wearing the same white scarf AbuZar had once gifted her — without a name, but full of meaning.

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She sat — this time, right beside him.

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AbuZar softly said:

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> “I’ve lost a lot… but the most painful loss was the trust in your eyes.”

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Zoboriya didn’t respond.

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Then she opened her diary — and slid a page toward him.

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On it, she had written:

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> “I still don’t want to be tied to a name…

But if love is a silence —

Then I want that silence to be with you.”

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For the first time, AbuZar smiled.

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Two Silences — And a New Beginning

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That night, they didn’t say much.

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They just sat.

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Sipped their coffee.

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And from afar, the moon landed on their window — as if witnessing that a once-unfinished breath was finally complete.

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Epilogue: Months Later

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One evening, Zoboriya sat in a small bookstore — at the launch of her first book.

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The title read: “One Bench — Three Shadows — And an Unfinished Breath”

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AbuZar stood near the stage — now healthy, but quieter than ever.

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He came on stage and spoke just one line:

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> “Some bonds don’t break…

They just take time — to be complete.”

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Title: Safvan’s Life — A Silent Tale

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Evening had fallen. Darkness spread like a shadow and began to cling to the city walls.

And there, near the old railway station, on a broken bench — sat Safvan.

A worn-out bag beside him.

And in his hands — a torn diary filled with unfinished letters, forgotten names, and memories sealed forever.

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Safvan — a name that was once an identity, but had now become a burden.

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Once a cheerful, beloved, kind-hearted boy…

Now, a stranger to himself.

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His life changed at three critical moments:

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1. The Death of His Mother

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The day his mother passed, both his smile and his prayers left with her.

Her lap was his world. After she was gone, the world became silent.

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2. Saba

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A girl who came into his life like rain — gentle, fragrant, comforting.

Safvan had never loved anyone the way he loved Saba.

But Saba didn’t want his narrow life.

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She wanted the sky…

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And Safvan was just barren land.

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> “I love you, Safvan…

But love doesn’t feed the hunger.”

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Those were the last words she ever said to him.

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3. Hating Himself

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As time passed, Safvan no longer expected anything from life.

Nor did he ask any questions of relationships.

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He just kept walking…

From city to city…

Searching for his lost self.

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Tonight

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He opened the last page of his diary.

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> “Maybe I no longer wish to be a part of any story.

Perhaps I’m just a blank character —

whose life is written by someone else…”

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The cold wind tangled through his hair.

The station lights flickered.

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And sitting there on that broken bench, Safvan slowly began tearing pages from his diary…

as if trying to erase his own existence.

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But just then — a voice called out from behind:

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> “Safvan?”

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He turned around.

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There stood a girl — wrapped in a hijab, tears in her eyes, and a voice that echoed like a forgotten prayer.

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Her name was — Rehana.

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Who was she?

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Why had she come after all these years?

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Would Safvan’s life find a new name?

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Or would this story end — just like a forgotten character?

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