The Boy Who Loved in Silence
He was an introvert — the kind of boy who blended into the background, who spoke less and felt more. Every morning, he walked to school with his head down and his earphones in, not because he loved music, but because it helped him hide from the noise of the world.
And yet, there was one person who made him look up — her.He didn’t even know when it began. Maybe the first time she smiled at someone in the hallway, or when her laughter echoed through the classroom like sunlight. Whatever it was, she became the quiet spark in his dull days.
He never talked to her. Not once. But he watched her from afar, memorizing every little thing — how she tucked her hair behind her ear, how she smiled when teachers praised her, how she looked out the window when it rained.
There was something about her presence that healed him.He had a trauma buried deep in his past — years of loneliness, rejection, and fear. But when he saw her, that pain seemed to fade. She became his reason to come to school, the reason he wanted to change, to become someone better.
He often told himself, Tomorrow, I’ll talk to her.But when tomorrow came, his heart refused to listen to his brain. His chest tightened, his hands shook, and words died before reaching his lips. So, he stayed silent, living through the hope that maybe — just maybe — she liked him too.
One sunny afternoon, he stood outside the classroom, pretending to look at his phone while secretly watching her from the corner of his eye. The sunlight fell perfectly on her face, making her hair glow like threads of gold. For a moment, he smiled softly — until he saw him.
Another boy — tall, strong, confident.He walked up to her, said something casually, and she smiled.
That smile — the one that kept him alive — wasn’t his anymore.
A heavy ache spread through his chest. The world blurred around him as if time itself wanted to hide his pain. He turned away before the tears could escape, his heart breaking silently in broad daylight.
When he reached home, he dropped his bag on the floor and went straight to the mirror.A pale, skinny boy stared back — tired eyes, trembling lips, no muscles, no strength.Just a weak reflection of someone who loved too deeply and spoke too little.
Tears filled his eyes, but he didn’t cry.He simply stood there, whispering to his reflection, “Why can’t I be enough?”
Then, slowly, he walked to his bed and lay down. The ceiling stared back at him — blank, endless, and cold. He closed his eyes, replaying her smile one last time, the same smile that once made him feel alive.
And as he drifted into sleep, one thought lingered —Maybe, in another life, she would have seen me too. As he was sleeping his dreams were changing rapidly. He was in a lucid dream state . There he saw a mysterious light that was speaking to him .
Part 2 will come soon...
