I don't know how long we stood like that--
my back against the cool brick wall and my breath trembling somewhere between his lips and mine. It felt like the whole world hushed to listen to the sound of our hearts, both stupidly loud, stupidly fast.
He blinked. Once. Twice. His lips parted slightly. "I—
"I know," I whispered.
His hands were still on my waist, and I didn't move. I didn't want to. Because for once, this wasn't me imagining. This was real. His touch. That kiss. This night.
Daniel let out a breathy laugh and said --
"You just... pulled me in and crashed me, huh?" I raised an eyebrow. "You kissed me first, remember?"
He pretended to think. "Hmm... minor details."
And then—like a kid trying to cover embarrassment— he reached for my hand, lifted it, and kissed the back of it so gently it made my stomach do gymnastics.
"But this one," he said, "was me." My Heart. Stop. Breathing. Malfunction.
I don't knowww ...
I laughed quietly, looking down, suddenly aware of every cell in my body. Why did his presence feel like an echo I'd been waiting to hear all my life?
We walked. Not far. Just... aimless. A soft wind picked up, brushing my hair against my cheek. Daniel noticed and Reached over to tuck it behind my ear. I Didn't said anything. Because I Didn't have to instead I glanced at him.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
He paused. "That I don't want tonight to end." Me I feel the same way . But I didn't say it out loud.
A few minutes later, we sat on the edge of a fountain — city lights glinting on the surface of the water like falling stars.
He stared at the sky. "You know... I thought today would be awful. That bouquet was my final hope. She was supposed to forgive me."
"But She didn't," I said softly. "No. But maybe that's okay." I looked at him. "Why?" "Because maybe I wasn't meant to fix the past," he whispered.
"Maybe I was meant to meet you." ♡♡
Something inside me shattered and healed at the same time.
My phone buzzed. Mom:
"Be home soon. Don't make me call."
Daniel peeked at my screen. "Trouble?"
He chuckled softly as he glanced at my phone screen.
"Can I walk you home?" he asked.
"Only if you promise not to disappear tomorrow like this was some dream," I said with a small smile.
He stopped walking, just for a beat— Then tilted his head and murmured—
"I'm terrible at vanishing."
He paused.
He paused. And in that pause — the wind seemed to still.
He stepped forward. One step. Then another.
Slowly Closing the distance between us .
My breath caught in my throat. His eyes flicked from mine to my lips, then back again. The streetlamp above us buzzed painting his face in soft gold and shadow.
"I don't vanish," he whispered, voice dropping an octave, "especially not from the one who made my heart remember how to ache in the right way."
His forehead brushed mine gently. "You caught me, Marie," he added — the words barely audible, like a vow the sky would overhear.
And then unexpectedly — his lips found mine. Once. Just once.
But soft enough to undo me entirely. It wasn't wild or desperate. It wasn't demanding. It was like a note at the end of a song — barely there, yet impossible to forget.
My body stiffened, just for a second, then melted into goosebumps and static. A quiet gasp escaped my lips when he pulled back, leaving behind a spark that didn't fade.
He smiled like he knew exactly what he'd done.
And just before I could say anything, he looked me in the eyes , taking my hand in his whispering — "Told you I was bad at vanishing."
As we walked, he didn't let go. Not even once.
And when we reached the street across my house I turned to say goodbye, and he just looked at me, eyes half lit by the streetlamp, and said --
"If the sky ever writes something about me, I hope it's in your handwriting."
His words didn't made me cry.
Not then. But when I got home and stared at the bouquet scraps still on my desk, I whispered to the sky—
"You're not holding my secrets anymore... You're revealing them to me this time."
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Next day ,
Today feels like better morning to start the day I don't know why but maybe it's definitely because of him.
While brushing I suddenly remembered that I haven't given him my number. We promised to meet today.
Wtf?? Marie,You should literally go and die .
Wait wait wait , he knows the shop I work at , right ?
Okay then he'll just come there. But what if he didn't came..
Erghhhhhhh...
Okay calm down everything going to be fine.
It was a while until I finished brushing my teeth and was ready to go dance with water but suddenly my phone buzzed and a message popped on the screen . It was from an random number.
From: 9386******
Heyy babe !! How you're doin' after our first night together.❤️🩹♥️
Wait a minute I know this person.
To: 9386******
I'm great. But aren't you the same person whom I kissed passionately last night.🤭
I messaged the person teasing him.
From: 9386******
Wow, you guessed that correctly. Tell me honestly are you an astrologer by profession. Huh?!!
Huh?!! Is he playing with me this early in morning.
To: 9386******
Oh no ima killer by part time profession and my next target is YOU.
See that .I shutted him and his childish talks .
From: 9386******
I'm ready. I would love to get killed by you .
Erghhhh...
To: 9386******
Fuck---you.
But something caught my eye instantly.
It's 7:40 . Fuck it I have to reach college by 8am. Erghhh...
I dropped my phone on the bed with the chat open with that guy but I think that was the biggest mistake I could do in my life.
I was busy thinkin' how much busy I was nowadays. I got ready and when I got out of bathroom I think it was almost end of me because the pirates were already on my ship , my mother was standing at the edge of my bed staring at something.
MY. PHONE !!!!!!