That night, Aira couldn't sleep.
The sky outside her window was velvet dark, dusted with stars—so many, they looked like a secret only the night could understand. She stepped onto the balcony, Ravi's key around her neck, the cool metal pressing against her skin like a silent vow.
A shooting star streaked across the sky.
Aira closed her eyes.
"Let this feeling never fade. Let this story not end too soon."
Just as her eyes fluttered open, her phone vibrated.
It was Ravi.
Ravi: Look outside.
She blinked. Was he…? Before she could wonder further, she saw him—standing below her building, looking up, holding something in his hand. A sparkler.
He waved it, drawing hearts into the night air like a boy who never grew out of believing in wonder.
She laughed—soft and breathless.
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A few minutes later, she was beside him, wrapped in a shawl, the two of them walking down a quiet street under the moonlight.
"I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "I kept thinking… what if we're living in someone's unfinished dream?"
Aira looked at him. "What do you mean?"
He smiled. "Like… we were always meant to meet, even if the world tried to write us apart. Maybe we're just continuing a story that once got paused."
Aira felt something stir inside her—a warmth, a truth, maybe even a memory that didn't belong to this life.
"I've felt it too," she whispered. "Like I knew your eyes before I ever saw your face."
They stopped walking.
Their hands touched—then locked.
"I think," Ravi said softly, "our souls might've known each other before we were born."
And at that moment, the streetlamp above them flickered—not once, but three soft pulses, like a heartbeat.
Aira's eyes widened. "Did you see that?"
Ravi nodded. "Maybe… the stars are listening."
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Later that night, as Aira lay in bed, a thought curled through her mind like mist:
What if this wasn't their first love? What if this was a reunion? A second chance across lifetimes?
She drifted to sleep holding the key to Ravi's heart—and somewhere, in that thin space between waking and dreams, she saw herself in another time. Another place.
And Ravi was there too.
Not as Ravi. But the same eyes.
The same pull.
The same forever.