Season 1, Episode 12 of "Before She Knew My Heart"
Some truths don't need to be said.
They just echo — in silence, in presence, in every memory someone refuses to erase.
This is that moment.
Ayla
I didn't sleep the night I sent him the notebook.
Not because I expected anything in return.
But because… it hurt.It hurt knowing I had become the reason for the distance I used to fear.
I told myself I needed space.
I told myself maybe Aarav was too intense, too constant, too there.
But when he stopped being there — everything suddenly felt… empty.
And Reyan?
He made the space noisier.
But never filled it.
It wasn't Aarav's silence that broke me.It was his absence.
There were no more knocks on the wall when I stayed up too late.
No backup umbrellas when it rained unexpectedly.No Aarav at the bus stop… just waiting… even if he had class later.
He had always been there.
And I?
I never even noticed how much that meant until I felt the world without him in it.
Then It Happened.
I was at a small birthday dinner Reyan had planned — loud music, too many people, selfies every five seconds.
I wasn't enjoying it. But I smiled anyway.
And that's when it happened.
One of Reyan's friends — a guy I barely knew — leaned too close. Said things that weren't jokes.
His hand brushed mine, and I pulled away.
Reyan laughed. "He's like that. Don't overthink."
I looked at him.And in that moment, I realized something Aarav would never say.
"Don't overthink."Aarav always overthought — because he cared.
I left the party early.
Didn't say goodbye.
Took an auto home and passed by Aarav's street.
His room light was on.Just like old times.
And then — I saw something.
His window.
Slightly open.
A paper stuck to it, barely taped, probably forgotten.
I don't know what made me do it…But I walked closer.
There, in his handwriting:
"Some people stay in your story even if you write them out of the current chapter."
"Because they were there from the first page."
I cried.
Right there.
No noise.
Just a quiet realization — that while I was out looking for new pages…I forgot the one who gave my story meaning in the first place.
A Few Days Later
I was with Reyan again.
He joked about something Aarav posted on his story.Mocked it.
"Bro still thinks he's a poet or what?" he laughed.
I didn't laugh.
I looked him in the eye and, for the first time, I said it out loud:
"He's the first chapter of my life.""You're not even a sentence."
Reyan's smirk vanished.
He didn't speak.
Didn't chase after me.
He didn't need to.
I already knew where I belonged.
That night…
I didn't text Aarav.Didn't call.
But I lit the small fairy lights on our balcony wall. The ones only we used to switch on.
Left the light on.Window open.
Just like before.
Sometimes…
Love doesn't return with grand confessions.
Sometimes…
It just remembers the beginning.
And finds its way back — quietly, but completely.