Two months had passed since fate had introduced them. What began as polite conversations had quietly blossomed into something neither of them could ignore. They spoke every day, sometimes about profound dreams and painful memories, other times about nothing at all. Somehow, even the most ordinary conversations became memorable when they were together.
Their phones had become bridges connecting their worlds. Morning messages arrived before the sun had fully risen, and goodnight texts were the last thing either of them read before sleep claimed them. Hours disappeared in late-night phone calls filled with laughter, playful teasing, comfortable silences, and whispered confessions that grew more personal with each passing day.
