Aarav told himself he was fine.
That's what responsible people do—they keep moving.
He took on more work, learned new skills, and slowly climbed into a position he once thought impossible. His parents were proud. Relatives praised him.
At night, he lay awake staring at the ceiling.
The silence was different now.
It wasn't peaceful.
It was hollow.
He passed the railway station often, never stopping. Some places are too alive with memory to visit casually.