I'm standing on the top floor of a skyscraper, at a small party where my sister is the main character of the night.
Her wedding… her happiness. And I swear, I really am happy for her.
But even though I'm thousands of miles away from home, surrounded by a culture that isn't mine, something inside me refuses to feel foreign.
I feel… almost safe.
Safe — yet burning.
There's a fire in my chest, quiet but sharp, like it's begging for a cure I don't have.
I step out onto the terrace, a glass of red wine warming my hand while soft music fades behind me.
A wave of dizziness hits — not from the wine, but from the height unraveling beneath my feet, stretching into nothingness.
I sit down and look out at the city I dreamed of for years.
The lights, the colors, the whole breathtaking view I used to imagine before falling asleep…
But now that I'm finally here — now that the dream is real — something feels wrong.
The colors look washed out.
The lights don't shine the way I expected.
A heaviness settles inside my mind, deep and cold.
Everything I thought would feel magical… suddenly feels small.
Insignificant.
Like the moment I finally reached it, the charm slipped right through my fingers.
I used to handle alcohol pretty well—
hah… that was back in school.
Things change. I've changed.
I sit alone outside in the dark, away from the party, and honestly… I enjoy it more this way.
I'm just starting to feel warm again when I sense footsteps approaching.
Because of my messy childhood, I've always been able to tell when a man is getting close—long before he actually reaches me.
He sits down right next to me.
I don't look at him, but I know exactly who he is.
We haven't even met properly, but I know his face—the same guy I've been avoiding all day.
I feel him trying to say something,
not knowing where to start.
Trying to act cool,pretending he's not nervous about sitting next to me like we're old friends.
He's holding a glass of wine, smiling in this nervous little way,
his eyes wide, full of adrenaline.
There's a storm in his mind—I can feel it.
His tongue keeps pressing against the inside of his cheek,like the words are about to burst out of him on their own.
I felt like I could hear every thought running through his head—all the questions, all the words he wanted to say to me…
God, he was so obvious.
I was this close to laughing.
He was incredibly tense, and I honestly couldn't understand why.
Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Shouldn't I be the nervous one?
But no.
He kept darting his eyes everywhere except at me, and it made me want to smile—first just in my head, then on my lips because I could feel myself losing control.
This unbelievably attractive, sexy, ridiculously handsome man was sitting right next to me.
Baby face, drinking his wine like he was trying to look mature,hands shaking more than he realized,legs shifting like he couldn't find a comfortable position.
Maybe because they were a little too long ?
A few wicked ideas flashed through my mind,
and a slow smile crept onto my face.
Maybe I should make him even more flustered?
I switched my glass to my left hand,
crossed one leg over the other,
rested my right elbow on my knee,
my cheek against my hand—and finally turned to look at him.
The moment I saw his face—
God, I couldn't help it—my smile just grew wider.
-Well?- I said softly - I'm listening…
I felt his breath hitch, his body tense beside me.
I spoke in English—but he doesn't really know it well, does he?
And my language… his?
Neither of us is fluent, but somehow… English still felt like the clearest way for us to communicate.
-You can speak in your language. I understand it… I just can't speak it myself.
He seemed to take a small, shaky breath—but I knew that wasn't what was making him tense.
-He told me you're my…
His nervousness was still visible, raw.
-Your What?
-That I have a… other half, someone like twin flame… and you…
-Stop. Don't even continue.Yes… I also do have a twin flame. Then what?
I didn't want to be harsh.
I didn't want to disrespect the man standing nervously beside me.What I wanted… right now?To go to him, to wrap him in warmth,
to give him what he was craving, what he needed desperately.
I felt his loneliness.
The emptiness in his eyes… eyes I had dreamed of for years.
Eyes holding a storm, a sea of unshed tears.
His lips pressed together, trembling nervously.
I wanted to comfort him, to soothe the ache he was trying to hide.
-Who… are you?-He asked, and I froze.Who am I to speak to him like this?
I… who am I?I was lost.He was right—I didn't even know what to answer.
-You feel… familiar somehow-He said, and my heart stopped.
Impossible. And yet… maybe not.
He leaned closer, brushing his hand through my hair.
I couldn't move, couldn't look away.
-Your blonde hair… your voice…
He stared, curious, surprised, confused…even more flustered.
I moved his hand away.
-It's the first time I'm seeing you
I lied.
Everywhere online, there were pictures of him,but this was the first time I could see him in real life.
-Really?
He said, low, teasing, almost… sexual.Maybe he wanted to provoke me.At that moment, though, his arrogance made me bristle.
I stayed silent, watching him carefully.
-In my house, on my bed, by my stove… in a white dress. I remember you-He said.
-Right? That's why you told her about me? You didn't know who I was, but she figured it out- I replied.
-How do you know? What do you know about what I said?
He looked shocked.Lips trembling.
Everything came rushing back—the pain I had been hiding.It wasn't his fault. Nothing was his fault.But still… it hurt.
I brought my face close to his
I was burning just like him.
I stared into his eyes.
-You asked me who I was…
well, I'm telling you now.
You'll never find out!"
I stood up and ran.
Somewhere. Anywhere.
Slow, fast—I couldn't even tell.
Where was I supposed to go?
I started searching for my sister, pacing back and forth.Who had told him what?
Why now?Why on the very first day?