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I sat down at my study table, pulling out my books.
My fingers opened the notebook out of habit.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyBXfksZ6RM
I stared at the questions.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoYAaDlMol
Tried to answer one.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsMqvBwRV8N
Then another.
Not because I was inspired.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOctrAbAa3d
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVWqOfDvIOj
Sometimes there's no choice. No grand moment of decision. No forks in the road.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtrf7mRHPl
Sometimes, the choice is already gone—cut clean from your life before you even got to see it.
I kept writing. Slowly.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCJVXkaQYRb
The pen dragged, the ink smudged a little, but I kept going.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HMAo7gU8T
Because I must.
And that was enough—for tonight.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmbq0rzbjO
later I curled up in bed, pulling the blanket tighter around me, but it didn't help.
Sleep wasn't coming.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36we1eLLxC
Not even close.
I stared at the ceiling—blank eyes, blank mind.
Nothing moved. Nothing breathed loudly.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfD8f7GnyP
Just silence pressing into the room like fog.
And then...
A soft sound.
A strum. Faint.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPNkQMgIn6c
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHO4IVyq3UQ
Open.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOXjYGvxwcO
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsYro2Nbmz
My neighbor.
His fingers strummed again.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcAa2hvs9J9
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,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2YDNdHh7yc
Every name was there, but yours never bold...55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpdPTymEE0
I thought of you at every bend, loved you with breathless ache,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2Cje7MqkJ
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7jo1dWxEmf
And it hurt.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWb4uYH8g1o
his voice is echocing in my ears..55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvlJbQpXPK
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I wrote all night, couldn't sleep,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFe37Aoux2U
Tried to bury what I couldn't keep.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93i3duqM9d
In every line, in every name—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfZERNgHVLj
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYtI9Ajb76
The guitar strings echoed softly in the night—like a quiet heartbreak shared between strangers.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxyyaI7kMh
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I dreamed of you at every bend,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIq8Bgx1nAm
Held your shadow like a friend.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0e2A2h7mq
And when the pages reached their end...55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj0MPwbsAP
You were never really mine.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9aM89yczQk
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡItRQFP9pUF
He kept playing.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFHjbA0Diad
As if he knew someone out there needed it.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ21XOlsqy4o
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I dreamed of you, and I still do,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM27WIS0Rby
But love like ours was never true.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSWx5ScTk0
It lived in silence, broke in light—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZkGXLTEgRM
You were never really mine.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUugtzH1emo
Just a name I lost to night....
As if he knew I needed it.
I didn't know his name.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRvO1G3uJ5O
He didn't know my story.
But that night—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjCUUWRrAq
He gave voice to what I couldn't say.
And I cried.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNNaQ5c365u
For life.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi1h8cTUana
For the loneliness.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiTt6tmxw3i
For all the nights I pretended it didn't hurt.
And for once...55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bfN8F3ngx
I didn't feel alone in the dark.
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I gave you poems, I gave you songs,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsmSfl33Jv
Wrote you right, but lived you wrong.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjPGZ2xBcB6
And now I know, with every cry—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYg8eialoXF
You were just a goodbye in disguise...55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zr2nz520x
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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,55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwKbjo9VBG
You only lived inside my dreams...55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPf1R7h6Y0s
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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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcujkK1x3Pe
The music was gone now.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwptTqcL0T0
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7HXm6fYWqL
I looked out the window again.
His window was still open.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsELEV5zyww
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kiY6Neku9
But the room across was still—lightless, lifeless.
I sighed, stepped back, and went into the bathroom for a shower.
The water was cold.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVLwl0A42P
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAuafK62tJ5
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡliCDkva40d
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.
The classroom was too bright.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTIVYypynd
Too loud.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvUzEsa2t2V
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIOO1ij5gA6
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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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW18cAj0GMI
It was empty.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OJaJmlbAW
Just like yesterday. Just like most things.
And then, just like that—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5yk9RVvYNH
I thought of him again.
The boy next door.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoNEVbtGpe5
The guitar.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvo1wpqbfh
The late-night music.
And for a second—just one foolish second—I wondered where he went.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArccVCXhFP
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Why his window was open, but he was gone.
And then the anger kicked in.
Why do I even care?55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomvRajxVTh
Why is it always a boy? Always a man? Always... them?
I blinked, looked down at my notebook. The page was empty.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqomZ0MPxe
Just like me.
And suddenly, I couldn't hold it anymore.
Why is it always "he"?55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2DQzPJgYWX
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.
Why do they get to leave?55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAIdhmGxc0d
Why do we stay?55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7e9shLpMZX
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcrFTuB64zB
The air felt heavier than before.
I looked at the teacher, then at my classmates, and then back at the window.
And in that moment—55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnjmWrqG9th
I didn't want a love story..
I wanted peace.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSxIWFWTIC
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