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I sat down at my study table, pulling out my books.
My fingers opened the notebook out of habit.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQXnHCbPt0H
I stared at the questions.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xjukaGMeP
Tried to answer one.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs8MqLFqqFn
Then another.
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Not because I had a dream.
But because I had to.
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This is life, isn't it? Doing what needs to be done, not because you want to—but because you have no other door left to knock on.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVgMVTQUghk
Sometimes there's no choice. No grand moment of decision. No forks in the road.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeIjT8lG6q
Sometimes, the choice is already gone—cut clean from your life before you even got to see it.
I kept writing. Slowly.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiPo1JUAHSZ
The pen dragged, the ink smudged a little, but I kept going.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bkRbE1qf6
Because I must.
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later I curled up in bed, pulling the blanket tighter around me, but it didn't help.
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Not even close.
I stared at the ceiling—blank eyes, blank mind.
Nothing moved. Nothing breathed loudly.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡumvumaplOH
Just silence pressing into the room like fog.
And then...
A soft sound.
A strum. Faint.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXlr4GfMYVU
A slow, raw note from a guitar—floating through the cold night air like a secret.
I froze.
Oh God... he's here.
I threw the blanket off and rushed to my window, pushing it open with slightly trembling fingers.
There it was—his window.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOL94kAte8o
Open.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4vuuuX8egZ
A small light glowing faintly from inside.
And books—books lined on the wall behind him like silent witnesses.
He wasn't fully visible, but I could hear him.
The boy next door.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLPslJsg2Z
My neighbor.
His fingers strummed again.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLtvzRivw5
This time, slower... and then his voice followed—rough, soft, broken in the most beautiful way.
[The Song – his song ..
I wrote all night, a story untold,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcfBXKZrxtw
Every name was there, but yours never bold...9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFc6rR8U0OX
I thought of you at every bend, loved you with breathless ache,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98JbjwiMws
Till I learned... you were never real. Just a shape I let break.
His voice wasn't perfect.
But it was.
Because it was honest.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4XsVmyiWP
And it hurt.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3CqdJHVsp
his voice is echocing in my ears..9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdNhMVwwNI8
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I wrote all night, couldn't sleep,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKbloXFIcV
Tried to bury what I couldn't keep.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSL8IiVizRz
In every line, in every name—9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaH1udpEIPJ
I searched for you, but you never came
I sat down slowly by the window, on the cold floor, knees pulled up to my chest.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRfyusSsie
The guitar strings echoed softly in the night—like a quiet heartbreak shared between strangers.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjy8WtOIoWt
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I dreamed of you at every bend,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTW0EpkDYZ
Held your shadow like a friend.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWYgyz4BfZ
And when the pages reached their end...9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPngqkC2qf5
You were never really mine.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnhfPQrxm3s
Just a ghost I loved in time.....
And suddenly, I felt it.
A tear.
Then another.
And another.
My fingers covered my mouth, but it didn't stop the sob from escaping.
The music didn't stop either.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFpe4fmqKo
He kept playing.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYp5FDhQ4G
As if he knew someone out there needed it.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgF992AATtA
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I dreamed of you, and I still do,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRqPEy9rIiD
But love like ours was never true.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrih6Q7JibD
It lived in silence, broke in light—9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAINzPznobA
You were never really mine.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQMzXFfk0w
Just a name I lost to night....
As if he knew I needed it.
I didn't know his name.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4fUAnMgXFu
He didn't know my story.
But that night—9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIrfdxgEZCs
He gave voice to what I couldn't say.
And I cried.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpT7feIjzzc
For life.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEC6gXWh9xU
For the loneliness.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxG2arhdME
For all the nights I pretended it didn't hurt.
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I didn't feel alone in the dark.
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I gave you poems, I gave you songs,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdrAYgSuP4
Wrote you right, but lived you wrong.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzhovxbQJ3M
And now I know, with every cry—9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡluZ6kPaiD0
You were just a goodbye in disguise...9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ11sxhnT6YM
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i was listening my eyes are closed now and slowly slowly i feel myself frifting in sleep his voice is now vanishing in air..
I bled you out in quiet screams,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxre8O9vpiC
You only lived inside my dreams...9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGE8eeRR7MM
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and soon i slept right there near the window...
I woke up where I had fallen asleep—curled near the window, head against the cold wall, knees pulled to my chest.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwHPxgYKzV
The music was gone now.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0bIySAxNJ
Only silence remained, pressed into the floor like dust.
I slowly stood up, the stiffness in my neck a quiet punishment for feeling too much.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKpdP8GniW9
I looked out the window again.
His window was still open.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZRqIup97k
But he wasn't there.
Just the faint morning air drifting in, touching everything like a memory that didn't belong to me.
I stared a little longer. Maybe hoping he'd appear again, guitar in hand, sadness in his voice.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpaIK7n0sD
But the room across was still—lightless, lifeless.
I sighed, stepped back, and went into the bathroom for a shower.
The water was cold.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMkuUPBYXW
Or maybe I just was.
After dressing in my college uniform—the soft blue shirt and that old skirt that swayed just past my knees—I tied my hair into a low ponytail and headed downstairs.
The house was still wrapped in sleep.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr85v8Wmzsi
Too quiet for comfort.
I walked to Mona's room, pulled the blanket off her face gently, and whispered, "Mona... wake up."
She grumbled and tried to burrow deeper.
I smiled faintly. "Don't make me use the spray bottle this time."
Her eyes snapped open she looked at me . "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would," I teased, brushing my fingers through her hair. "Up. Now."
She groaned but sat up, and I left for the kitchen.
I started preparing breakfast—simple toast and warm milk again. My hands moved automatically, but my head...
My head felt heavy, like it had stored too many unspoken things overnight and didn't know where to put them anymore.
Mona came in, half-dressed, yawning like she hadn't slept in days.
We ate in silence. Not an awkward one, but the kind that builds between two people who have more thoughts than words.
After clearing the plates, I walked slowly toward Mom's room.
I opened the door just enough.
She was still asleep. Back turned. Same blanket. Same stillness.
I watched for a moment, trying to remember the last time she stayed awake long enough to say goodbye to us in the morning.
I didn't say anything.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzCcFDy7iJB
I just closed the door.
Mona and I stepped outside. The street was cool, the morning air a little softer than usual.
We walked side by side, hand in hand, our footsteps light and steady.
But in my chest, something was starting to ache again.
We still live in the same house. But we don't live the same life anymore.
This family—whatever it used to be—is drifting apart like pieces of paper in the wind. And none of us is chasing them.
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Too loud.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjm6k45leuW
Too everything.
The teacher was explaining something—physics, motion, energy—but all I could hear was the ticking of the wall clock above the whiteboard.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmkBZToMzfb
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Tick.
I stared out the window.
The wind moved slowly through the trees. People walked outside, laughing, whispering, living lives I would never understand.
My eyes drifted toward the sky.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3AJ7x4zp6
It was empty.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8PikDdzzp
Just like yesterday. Just like most things.
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I thought of him again.
The boy next door.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTt84uchOdv
The guitar.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3vuzoXjxsl
The late-night music.
And for a second—just one foolish second—I wondered where he went.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqmARp90ANN
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Why his window was open, but he was gone.
And then the anger kicked in.
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Why is it always a boy? Always a man? Always... them?
I blinked, looked down at my notebook. The page was empty.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl0hkdfqU91
Just like me.
And suddenly, I couldn't hold it anymore.
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Why does the world pause when a boy looks out his window with a guitar, but not when a girl walks home after strugling for life and everything ?
Why do girls bleed, break, burn—and still find ways to be soft?
And men? They get to sing a sad song and call it depth.
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Why do we stay?9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRud6GfV5nm
Why do we carry their damage like a second spine?
Why is every poem about men who left?
Why is every girl taught how to heal but not how to scream?
I closed my notebook slowly.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31L9O1b90z
The air felt heavier than before.
I looked at the teacher, then at my classmates, and then back at the window.
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I didn't want a love story..
I wanted peace.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxI6xI2lawQ
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