November faded.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjALca6CSF
December froze.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB2Vv2oWY9h
January drifted by in silence.
Three months passed, and with every day, I kept asking myself the same questions.
What happened?140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRsxhxmjp5
Why the sudden change?140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZykQTiGjKR
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmnlCCzD1Z
At the end of January.
Still no response from her.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXN7uaFiO6F
No message.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQPUN7nMt9
No eye contact.
I told myself — maybe she’s just thinking about her future.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zn8uJEfc6
Maybe it’s a phase.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1EZEqDE1M
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEDBoaQZB8
It was meant for the third years.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfCxojoJrfv
But I got in — in my second year.
It should’ve felt like a crown.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmZF6ySYKl7
But all I felt was the hollow absence of someone to place it on my head.
She wasn’t there to hear the news.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtcOG6xN1I
To congratulate me.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxKrSDL9Bg
To tease me.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaKNEJXRDZT
To be proud.
And that silence made the success… feel like ash.
The Owl Coder program was intense.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0hFy4Ftof
It started at 5 PM and ended at midnight — with just a dinner break in between.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwsX9x7V1I
We were expected to stay in the hostel throughout.
No sunlight.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61oQgLI9nO
No sleep.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoBztQGGeVt
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…140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSYPXOLd6f0
I slept.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwpInX1rRv
An excuse disguised as exhaustion.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiAySkILUXi
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCUMwjbB7u
Three days a week in Thub, threee days in regular classes.
There went my attendance…140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafE6wWJLar
Flying out the window like a bird that no longer cared to return.
Inside Owl Coder, I got to know how selections happened.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ytNFSHwro
How people were noticed.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYatk1pU85e
How chances bloomed and vanished in a blink.
All I wanted to do was explain it all to her.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3sEF6mXyRY
To help her — even if I could no longer be near her.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2Ew1A1AHL
Even if I was just a background character now.
I texted her.
Asked if she could meet in the library — just for a moment.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCTIcQwey4
I waited.
She replied:
“I’ll be late. I have class.”
That was it.
A sentence.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKAaiBhUDd
A dagger.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsVHrzX2lhL
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrqNHhV8mc
From the buses, through the mango gardens — one of the quietest, most serene places in our campus.
I saw her.
Sitting under the trees.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡULWho9HQDg
With Ren.
Talking.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVKyIXmfLum
Smiling.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡylyAn1Ninl
Laughing.
I couldn’t stop.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkc9yl1reTO
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?”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfL4q5EbAlw
“What did I do… that made me forgettable?”140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SQPtBrfGH
Or its just maybe me, who is overthinking.
The following days blurred.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtTvcQvliT
I wasn’t myself.
A haunted version of who I once was —140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6bcVnK5cY
Lost in old texts, lost in memories.
I texted her again.
This time, everything I had.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6QXVWCHGPo
Every unspoken word.
She replied.
It was reassuring.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXl6RLrzYyW
Warm, maybe.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZVDNl6OdA
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 —140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHPqORvzX7
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7D8ZKQ7Xu
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93NtlLY97E
Reminding her of how much potential she had.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtbVWDMURBt
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.140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpmZe26bsU5
We just get moments like this —140Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gqXFTCnGs
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.