Ilyas's gaze lowered slightly, then shifted toward the faint glow of his phone resting nearby. The screen remained dark, but the thought of it alone was enough to draw his attention.
Recently, there had been someone. An account. Someone who had been messaging him consistently, though neither of them knew anything substantial about the other. No real names, no identifying details, no expectations.
Just words.
It had started on a day when the silence of his apartment had felt particularly suffocating.
He had been alone, as usual. The outside world felt distant and unwelcoming, a place filled with too many eyes, too many chances of being recognised. Even the thought of stepping outside had been enough to make him hesitate.
So he had stayed inside. Confined. With nothing but time stretching endlessly before him.
