I wasn't searching for love. Not in books, not in people, and definitely not in brokenstars.
I had made peace with my quiet-until the night the sky stopped breathing... and she entered like a soft storm.
Her name?
Elira. But she never really needed one. She was more like a song-one you don't hear, but feel.
We didn't meet in the ways most people do. No dates. No chats.
Just a fading tune from the stars, and a girl who stood still beneath them, as if she was waiting for someone who could finally listen to their whispers.
She looked at the sky like it was home. And for a moment, I believed... maybe it was.
"Do you hear them too?" she asked, her voice softer than any wind I'd ever known.
"Hear what?" I asked.
She smiled without looking at me "The ones who left... but never stopped loving."
That night, something inside me broke not the kind of break that hurts, but the kind that lets light enter.
We didn't fall in love. We rose into it, slowly, quietly.... like two constellations finally finding their pattern.
And just like that, my silences weren't lonely anymore.
She wasn't a spark-she was a quiet flame, Burning slowly in the corners of my name. Not love at first sight, not lust, not need, Just the kind of peace that makes the sky forget to breathe.