Seven Days of Silence
The next morning, he woke up early, got ready quickly, and walked out of his room with his bag on his shoulder. He felt strangely excited — not for school, but for the possibility of seeing her again. Just seeing her face was enough to make the entire day feel lighter.
But as soon as he walked to the dining table, his mother looked at him and said:
“You’re not going anywhere today. The school is closed.”
He blinked, confused.
“Closed? Why?”
His mother shrugged.
“They suddenly announced a seven-day lockdown. Some problem with the building… or something else. They only said ‘emergency maintenance.’ Nothing clear.”
A seven-day lockdown.
Seven days without school.
Seven days without seeing her.
He felt something inside him sink — slowly, painfully.
His mother continued, “We have to go bring your brother from the hostel. He’ll stay at home until school reopens.”
Father added, “You stay here. We’ll be back in a few hours.”
Before he could respond, they left.
The house fell completely silent.
He stood in the empty living room for a long moment…
feeling the silence more than hearing it.
Seven days.
What would happen in seven days?
Would she even think about him?
Would the glow come back?
Would everything just fade like it always did?
He walked to the mirror in his room.
Not to fix his hair.
Not to check his clothes.
He went to look at himself — the part of himself he didn’t understand yet.
He stared into his reflection.
His mind replayed everything:
The first glow in the hospital.
The strange pain in his chest.
The fight in school.
Her absence.
Her return.
Her soft voice.
Her best friend noticing the glow.
And that one moment when she thanked him.
All the emotions hit him together.
He leaned closer to the mirror.
Then it happened.
His eyes flickered blue.
Not once.
Not twice.
But continuously — a fast, unstable pattern.
It wasn’t a flash anymore.
It looked like electricity trying to break through.
His heartbeat spiked.
His breath shortened.
His hands began to shake.
“Stop—” he whispered.
But the glow grew stronger, brighter, more unstable.
His reflection looked like someone else — someone more intense, more dangerous, more… awake.
He stepped back, panic rising in his chest.
“Stop… stop… STOP—”
His voice broke with fear.
Then suddenly—
The glow vanished.
Silence returned.
He stood there, breathing hard, staring at his normal black eyes.
His heart pounded like it wanted to escape his ribs.
Sweat rolled down his forehead.
His hands were cold.
He pressed his palm against the mirror.
“What is happening to me…?”
No answer.
Just his reflection.
He tried again — stared hard at himself.
Nothing happened.
Another attempt.
Still nothing.
It was as if the glow came only when his emotions were too strong…
when his mind couldn’t hold everything in.
The realization hit him slowly:
He could control it —
but only if he stayed calm.
He sat on his bed, still shaking, still trying to understand.
Seven days.
A whole week away from the girl who unknowingly triggered his heart… and whatever power was inside him.
Seven days alone with a secret he was scared of.
Seven days to figure out…
whether this glow was something beautiful
or something dangerous.
He didn’t know the answer.
But one thing felt certain now:
This power wasn’t random.
It was connected to something deeper inside him —
something rising slowly from the silence he had lived in for years.
And the next seven days…
would change everything.
