The first thing Luna did when she woke up was check her phone. Not out of habit, but hope.
There it was.
> Evan: "Morning. I dreamed we missed the flight because I couldn't find my socks."
She smiled.
> Luna: "Did I look good at least?" Evan: "Like always. You were laughing at me."
Their mornings had started to synchronize—not because they were in the same city, but because they chose to share their time differently now. When Luna boiled water for her tea, Evan was usually eating toast at his desk. They weren't rushing into deep conversations anymore. Sometimes they just stayed on call while folding laundry or doing assignments.
Together… but quiet.
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One day, Evan sent a picture of a pair of airplane keychains he'd ordered online.
> "For us," he texted.
"One for me. One for you. So we're flying toward each other, even when we're standing still."
Luna's reply came with a photo of her notebook.
The page was filled with tiny sketches—some messy, some careful.
He looked closer.
One sketch showed two cups. One steaming, one half-full.
Below them: "Mornings with you."
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They were building something ordinary, and yet it felt sacred.
Evan didn't count the number of days until departure. Instead, he counted little things:
How many hours she had left in her semester.
How many edits he had to finish to cover the flight cost.
How many times they said "soon" and actually meant it.
They weren't talking in metaphors anymore. They were talking in details.
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That night, Luna said something different.
Not dramatic.
Not poetic.
Just real.
"I'm scared," she whispered, curled up in her blanket.
Evan didn't ask why. He just waited.
"I'm scared we won't feel the same… when we're finally face-to-face."
It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't doubt. It was the natural fear of meeting the person you've loved through a screen. Of finding out if the rhythm you've built in messages and calls still holds when silence is shared in the same room.
Evan answered the only way he knew how.
"I'm scared too. But not scared enough to stop trying."
There was a pause. Then Luna exhaled, slowly.
"I think… that's the bravest kind of love."
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In the silence that followed, neither of them needed to say more.
Because for the first time, their dreams weren't just in words.
They were in plans.
In tickets being bookmarked.
In souls preparing to finally meet.
And somewhere in those quiet mornings, a new chapter of their love had already begun.