Not every story begins with happiness.
Some begin in silence…
in places where you learn to adjust
before you even learn to live.
I wasn't living with my parents.
I was staying with my aunt.
The house was big.
Comfortable.
But something always felt missing.
Maybe it was the way I was treated differently…
or maybe it was the fact that
I learned to do things on my own a little too early.
My father was gone.
And my mother…
was never really there the way I needed her to be.
So I stayed.
Because at that age…
you don't question things.
You just accept them.
Then came that night.
A random plan.
A random outing.
Me and my friend…
looking for food at a place we didn't even know.
She was bold.
Different from me.
The kind of girl people judge easily…
but never really understand.
And maybe that's why
I stayed close to her.
We stopped outside a place.
She asked two guys if food was available inside.
They said yes.
We walked in.
And that's when I saw him.
Ruhan.
He was just sitting there…
like he owned the silence around him.
I didn't notice him much at first.
I didn't talk to him.
But somehow…
that moment didn't feel random.
It felt like something had already started…
without me even realizing.
I didn't know then—
that this one night
would slowly pull me into something
I wouldn't be able to escape.
Something that would change me…
break me…
and leave me with questions
I still don't have answers to.
And maybe the strangest part?
It didn't feel wrong in the beginning.
It felt… safe.
the night I thought was just about food…
was actually the night
I walked into a story
I was never meant to survive.