Aira was always talking to Aarohi—
in her mind.
She shared everything with her.
Her day.
Her thoughts.
Her small moments.
As if—
Aarohi was still there.
Listening.
She hadn't moved on.
Not completely.
Maybe—
Aarohi had become something more for Aira.
Someone who gave her courage—
to do the things she never wanted to do,
but knew she had to.
In Aira's mind—
Aarohi was always there.
In every situation.
Every moment.
And somehow—
that made her feel less alone.
Aira was happy—
in her imagination.
Because in reality—
it wasn't possible.
But in her delulu world—
everything felt real.
So she created moments.
Beautiful ones.
Where Aarohi stayed.
On the other side—
Aarohi felt guilty.
For not loving Aira back.
But she was genuine.
She never lied about her feelings.
And Aira understood that.
She accepted—
that Aarohi would never love her the same way.
But still—
she wants to love her.
Even when she knows—
she shouldn't.
Slowly—
Aira started focusing on herself.
Studying.
Exercising.
Reading.
Trying to grow.
Trying to become better.
For herself.
Not for anyone else.
But sometimes—
she still missed Aarohi.
She tried to ignore it.
But she couldn't.
Not completely.
And she knew—
it wasn't Aarohi's fault.
Aira had expected too much.
From someone—
who couldn't give it.
And that was the truth.
Aarohi wasn't wrong.
She was just being honest.
And maybe—
that honesty hurt more.
In this situation—
Aira had to understand something.
How it feels—
to be loved by someone
you can't love back.
It wasn't easy.
For either of them.
Aira felt bad.
But she also knew—
this wasn't a wrong feeling.
It was real.
It was human.
And it was something—
she had to accept.
Sometimes—
it feels like no one understands your feelings.
And Aira felt that too.
Completely.
Still—
she didn't blame Aarohi anymore.
Because she understood now.
She had been expecting too much.
Even after knowing—
that Aarohi couldn't love her back.
So slowly—
they stopped talking.
Not suddenly.
Not with a fight.
Just—
silence.
Days passed—
without a single message.
And this time—
Aira didn't wait.
Some nights—
Aira would sit alone,
with her diary in her hands.
She would write—
not to forget her,
but to understand herself.
Every page—
somewhere—
had Aarohi in it.
Not her name always—
but her presence.
Her words.
Her memories.
And slowly—
Aira realized something.
She wasn't holding on to Aarohi anymore.
She was holding on—
to the version of herself
that existed when Aarohi was there.
And that made it harder to let go.
So instead of running from her feelings—
Aira started accepting them.
She stopped saying,
"I need to move on."
And started saying,
"It's okay that I still love her."
One day—
she smiled.
Not because of a message.
Not because of a memory.
Just—
because she felt a little lighter.
And that was new.
One evening—
Aira was cleaning her room.
Not because she wanted to—
but because she needed to do something.
Something simple.
Something that didn't remind her of anything.
While cleaning—
she found an old note.
A small line she had once written—
about Aarohi.
She read it.
For a moment—
everything came back.
The feelings.
The memories.
The way she used to wait.
She smiled.
A soft smile.
Not painful.
Not heavy.
Just—
real.
Then—
she folded the paper.
And kept it inside a book.
Not throwing it away.
Not holding it tightly either.
Just—
keeping it.
Like a memory.
Not something to live in—
but something that once existed.
That night—
Aira didn't open their chat.
Not because she forced herself not to—
But because—
she didn't feel the need to.
And that scared her a little.
But also—
gave her peace.