The Heart That Tried to Stay Silent
The next morning after he returned home from the hospital, everything felt strangely quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet — the heavy one, the kind that sits on your chest and refuses to leave.
He moved slowly, still tired, still confused about what happened the previous night. The chest pain… the blackout… waking up in the hospital… and that one second where his eyes had glowed blue. He didn’t know if he imagined it or if something was wrong with him. He didn’t dare tell anyone.
His parents believed it was just stress and overthinking.
But he knew it wasn’t that simple.
He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to calm himself, when his mind drifted back to her again.
The girl he loved in silence.
The only person whose smile could erase every pain he carried.
Every time he thought of her, his heart felt warm… but today, it felt heavier.
He remembered the day when he saw another boy talking to her, making her laugh. That moment still cut through him like a sharp blade. The memory replayed again and again until he felt a soft ache in his chest.
He tried to shake it off.
He told himself he shouldn't care.
But he did.
More than he wanted to admit.
After some time, he finally walked outside his room. His parents were sitting in the living room, talking softly about his health. They asked if he was feeling better. He nodded, forcing a small smile, even though nothing felt normal inside him.
His mother told him not to go to school that day.
His father agreed.
But staying home only made his mind louder.
By afternoon, he felt restless. He walked to the bathroom and splashed water on his face, trying to cool down the strange heat inside him. As he looked at the mirror, he studied his reflection closely.
He waited.
Just to see if his eyes would glow again.
For a long moment, nothing happened.
He sighed, feeling foolish.
But as he turned to walk away —
a faint flash of blue glimmered in his eyes.
Just one second.
But he saw it.
He froze.
He grabbed the sides of the sink, breathing hard.
“What is happening to me…?”
He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, not painful, but intense — almost like his heart was trying to send him a message he couldn’t understand.
He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.
And in that darkness, the image of her returned again.
Her smile.
Her voice.
The way she stood near her friends.
The way she brushed her hair behind her ear.
Everything played inside his mind with painful clarity.
He whispered softly to himself:
“I love her… but she doesn’t know.
And maybe she never will.”
Saying it out loud made it feel real — too real.
His eyes stung, but the tears didn’t fall.
His heart had learned how to hold them back.
He walked back to his room and lay down, staring at the ceiling. He wondered what his life would look like if he wasn't so quiet… so shy… so afraid of losing the only girl he ever loved.
Part of him wished he could talk to her.
Part of him wished he could forget her.
But the biggest part of him knew he could do neither.
As evening came, he felt strange again — a mixture of emotion and energy rising in him, the same way it did in the hospital. His senses sharpened for a moment, and the blue glow flashed in his eyes once more.
He didn’t know what the glow meant.
He didn’t know why it was happening.
But he knew one thing:
It started the day his heart broke for the first time.
The day he realized silent love hurts the most.
And whatever was waking inside him…
was connected to feelings he tried so hard to hide.
