Season 1, Episode 10 of "Before She Knew My Heart"
It's been twelve days.
Twelve days since we last spoke. Since that fight — where we both said things we didn't mean. Since I saw her eyes flash not with anger, but with something heavier… disappointment.
Twelve days without Ayla.
She's still just next door. Same room. Same curtain she never remembers to pull shut. Same morning breeze that carries her laughter when her sister's around.But not with me.
We still pass each other on the stairs sometimes — me coming back late from university, her stepping out for college. And every time we do… her eyes lower just slightly. Mine? They try not to stare.
It's strange how silence isn't just the absence of words — it's a weight. A presence. Something that breathes between you when everything else stops.
Day 3
I typed:"Hey. I'm sorry about what I said that day."Deleted it.
Typed again:"You meant a lot more than that argument. I didn't mean to sound cold."Deleted again.
By now, I think my drafts folder knows more about my feelings than she ever did.
Day 5
Her sister waved at me while I was watering the plants outside."Didi's been moody," she said casually.I smiled weakly.Yeah. I know.
I wanted to ask — "Does she talk about me?"But I didn't.
Because if the answer was no, I wasn't sure I could take it.
Day 7
I went to the grocery store and stood in front of the rack where she always chooses that weird spicy ketchup.Bought it.Not because I needed it. Just… because maybe she'd notice.
She didn't.
Day 9
I saw her with Reyan again.
Laughing.
And for a second, I hated myself for missing her so much.Because maybe she didn't miss me at all.
Day 11
I overheard her mom on a call. She was telling someone,"Ayla's been quiet lately. I think something's bothering her, but she won't say."
And suddenly, I felt less alone.Because maybe she's breaking a little too.Even if she's not ready to show it.
Day 12
Today, I wrote in my journal again.
"Some people forget you like you were just another season. But I… I remember you like you were the weather that changed me."
"It's been twelve days. And I'd still wait twelve more. If only you turned back once."
And just as I closed the journal, I heard something —A soft knock.
I turned.
It wasn't the door.
It was the wall.
Her wall.
One, two, three soft taps.Like we used to do as kids when the lights were out, and we wanted to say goodnight without waking our parents.
My heart paused.
Three taps.
No message.
Just… a sign.
A reminder.
She's still there.
Maybe this isn't the end.
Maybe this is just the silence… before the apology.
To be continued...