"Some connections never sever. They stretch, bend, and hide—waiting for the moment to hum again."
A full month had passed.
No more classes.
No more school uniforms.
Just memories that clung like the scent of old notebooks.
And yet—
Though separated by miles and silence…
Something held them together.
Something that hadn't been spoken aloud.
Ameira — Whisper of the Wind
In her shared apartment abroad, Ameira tried to focus on assignments.
The world around her was bright and new—
But her chest held a strange heaviness.
Sometimes, when she sat by the riverside alone, she felt a gentle breeze curl against her hand.
One day, it formed a spiral on the surface of the water.
Delicate. Consistent.
"...You're not just wind, are you?" she whispered.
No answer came. But she smiled, like she understood anyway.
Rudren — The Crack Beneath Calm
Rudren never stopped moving.
He was top of his batch. First to complete drills.
Last to leave the weight room.
But inside… something boiled.
Once, while adjusting weights, he touched a metal bar—
It sparked and fused in his grip.
Another time, during sleep, his pillow caught a burn mark.
He told no one.
But every night now, he placed his phone under his pillow…
And it buzzed for no reason.
"Something's waking up inside me," he muttered.
"And it's loud."
Vikran — The Quiet Between Moments
Vikran remained in his home village.
His routine hadn't changed.
But the world around him had.
Birds no longer flew away from him.
Rain always started five minutes after he reached shelter.
And flowers bloomed near the path where he walked daily.
One evening, while planting seedlings, he paused.
The soil beneath his hand warmed gently, not from the sun.
He closed his eyes.
"...I don't know who or what you are."
"But I trust you."
A Shared Pull
That night—
All three stood under different skies…
…and looked up at the moon.
• Ameira, from her window.
• Rudren, from his hostel roof.
• Vikran, from the edge of his fields.
And at the exact same moment—
They whispered the same words:
"Do you feel it too?"
None of them knew why they said it.
But something deep inside answered back.
Not in words.
But in feeling.
A tension. A tremor. A turning of fate's wheel.
Their Souls, Unaware
Still, they didn't know the truth.
That within them…
• A storm stirred inside Ameira.
• A flame smoldered within Rudren.
• And a rising sun waited behind Vikran's eyes.
Not yet awakened.
But not asleep either.
Just waiting.
For emotion.
For struggle.
For the soul's true voice to speak.
To be continued