They went out together—
to Aarohi's favorite places.
Places that held her memories.
Places she loved.
And now—
places she wanted to share with Aira.
They went to Nicco Park.
A place full of noise.
Laughter.
Rides.
People enjoying their day.
Aira usually didn't like amusement parks.
Too crowded.
Too loud.
Not her type.
But this time—
it didn't matter.
Because it was Aarohi's favorite place.
And for Aira—
that was enough.
Aarohi looked genuinely happy there.
Like a child.
Running toward rides.
Smiling freely.
Laughing without holding back.
And Aira—
just kept looking at her.
Because seeing her happy—
somehow made everything feel right.
After some time—
they sat down for a break.
A soft breeze.
The noise of the park in the background.
A quiet moment between them.
Aarohi looked at her and asked,
Aarohi,
"How long are you going to stay here?"
Aira looked at her calmly.
Aira,
"Five days."
A small pause.
Then softly—
"And I want to spend those five days with you."
Aarohi smiled immediately.
A little teasing—
a little warmth.
Aarohi,
"Eww… Airu. I want that too."
Aira froze for a second.
Then looked at her.
Aira,
"Wait… you called me Airu."
Aarohi smiled again.
Aarohi,
"Yes. Airu."
Aira let out a small laugh.
Aira,
"You really haven't changed… still the same teasing."
Aarohi tilted her head playfully.
Aarohi,
"I love calling you like that."
Aira looked at her—
a little softer this time.
Aira,
"You can always call me that."
Aarohi,
"Okay… Airu."
And somehow—
that one word—
felt more special than anything else.
They continued walking together.
Trying different rides.
Laughing over small things.
Sharing random conversations.
For others—
it was just a normal day.
But for Aira—
it was something she had waited for years.
Every moment felt unreal.
Like a dream she was afraid to wake up from.
At one point—
while sitting on a ride together—
their hands accidentally touched.
Neither of them moved away.
Not this time.
They just stayed like that—
quietly.
Feeling something familiar again.
Something they had buried years ago.
Aira forgot everything in that moment.
The pain.
The distance.
The silence of ten years.
Everything.
Because right now—
she was with Aarohi.
Not in memories.
Not in imagination.
But in real life.
And nothing else mattered.
Aira looked at her again.
Her smile.
Her eyes.
Her presence.
And thought quietly—
"How do I explain this feeling to anyone?"
"How do I explain what it means… to finally be with the person you never stopped loving?"
After spending hours in Nicco Park—
they were tired.
But neither of them wanted the day to end.
So instead of going back—
they decided to walk a little more.
Without any plan.
Just walking together.
The evening had turned soft.
The sky slowly changing colors—
from orange—
to pink—
to a deep blue.
Street lights started glowing.
The city felt calmer now.
Less noise.
More peace.
Aira and Aarohi were walking side by side.
Close enough—
that their shoulders brushed sometimes.
And every time it happened—
neither of them moved away.
Aarohi looked at her and said softly,
Aarohi,
"You know... I used to imagine this."
Aira turned slightly,
Aira,
"What?"
Aarohi smiled a little.
Aarohi,
"Walking with you like this... in real life."
Aira didn't reply immediately.
Because she had imagined the same thing.
Too many times.
Aira,
"Me too."
After a pause.
Aarohi suddenly said,
Aarohi,
"If things were different..."
She stopped.
Didn't complete the sentence.
Aira looked at her.
Waiting.
But Aarohi just smiled slightly—
as if she never said anything.
And that incomplete sentence—
stayed between them.
Heavy.
Unspoken.