Lili lay curled up under her blanket, her room dim except for the faint glow of her lamp. It was close to eleven — later than she usually stayed up, but her cramps wouldn't let her rest. Her heating pad hummed softly, and her phone screen glowed with Dewdrop's name.
Dewdrop: Are you okay? You sound tired.
Lili: Yeah… just my period again. It's not too bad tonight.
Dewdrop: You should rest.
Lili: I will. Just wanted to hear you first.
She smiled to herself as she sent it — shy, but honest. There was a pause, and then her screen lit up again.
Dewdrop: Wait, don't hang up. I wanna call you.
Her heart gave that familiar flutter. She plugged in her earphones, and a second later, his voice filled her world.
"Hey," he said softly, a little shy, his accent smooth and warm.
"Hey," she whispered back.
"Still hurting?"
"A little. It's fine though. Just… talking to you helps."
There was a small silence. The kind that wasn't awkward — just peaceful. She could hear faint sounds from his side — maybe birds outside his window, or the creak of his chair. Morning in India. Night in America.
Two sides of the same sky.
"You know," he said after a moment, voice a little hesitant, "I heard this song again today. It made me think of you."
"What song?"
"Die for You — by Starset."
Her heartbeat quickened. That was one of her favorites. She'd told him that months ago, in one of their long messages about music that "felt like galaxies."
"Don't tell me you're going to sing it," she teased, even though she secretly hoped he would.
He chuckled. "Maybe a little. Don't laugh, okay?"
"I promise."
And then, he started.
His voice was soft, a little unsure at first, but full of feeling. It wasn't perfect — he missed a few notes, stumbled over a lyric — but it was real. His voice cracked just slightly when he sang, "I will die for you…", and Lili felt her throat tighten.
It wasn't just a song. It was him.Every word, every breath, carried something pure — the distance, the longing, the unspoken promises.
When he stopped, the quiet lingered like the echo of a heartbeat.
"Dewdrop…" she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"That was beautiful."
He laughed softly. "You're just being nice."
"I'm not. You sounded—" her voice faltered, "—like you meant every word."
"I did," he said simply. "You know that, right?"
She swallowed. "Yeah. I do."
He hesitated. "Lili, if someday life makes this harder… if it ever feels too heavy, just remember that moment. That I meant it. That I'll always choose you."
Her eyes stung. "Don't talk like that."
"I'm not saying goodbye," he said gently. "I'm just… promising."
"Then promise me one thing," she whispered. "That we'll see each other one day. That this won't just be a call or a song."
"I promise," he said, his voice steady and warm. "One day, you'll hear me sing again. But it won't be through a phone."
She smiled through her tears, curling tighter beneath her blanket. "Then I'll wait for that."
"Good," he said softly. "Now sleep. I'll stay on the line until you do."
Her breathing slowed as his voice hummed quietly — not words this time, just a tune, something gentle and low. And when she finally drifted into sleep, the phone was still pressed close, his voice fading like a lullaby carried over the ocean.
Across the world, Dewdrop sat in the morning light, eyes closed, smiling faintly to himself.Somewhere between his sunrise and her night, their hearts had met — bound by sound, by distance, by love that refused to fade.