Part 1
To love someone who’s never known, to feel a warmth that’s not her own...
That night
, the sky felt different… dark, deep, and silent, as if it was hiding a thousand secrets within. The moon, lonely with its half light, and the stars… they, too, kept their distance. In a quiet corner of the room, a
little girl
clutched her dirty old teddy bear,
sobbing
softly
. She was just
7 years old
, but her tiny heart carried a strange
loneliness
and a madness for love no child her age should feel.
Tears soaked her pillow, one by one, but no one heard the silent cries of her soul. Every night she cried, hoping—just hoping—that someone might understand the tears her heart couldn’t explain. But when no one came, she began to whisper to her Creator, in secret prayers no one else could hear. And in those whispers, she felt a silent presence… a soul unknown, but deeply near.
In that silence, her young heart felt the first ache of love— a love not written in words, but drawn gently with the rhythm of her heartbeat. For a moment, it felt like someone was there, sitting beside her, listening quietly to every breath. And with that fragile smile through her tears, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. That night… that night was writing a story— a tale of innocent love shared only between her soul and the One above.
She was just a little girl… her name was Rihan. A child whose eyes spoke no words—only silent, aching questions. Large, glassy eyes that always seemed to be praying silently to the sky above. There were no dreams on her lashes… only the weight of the ones she was never allowed to see. Her face, round yet wrapped in quiet exhaustion— like the moon on a cloudy night… dimmed before it could shine in full. Her hair, tangled —never touched with the care of love, and her lips … they had never tasted the bitter truth of a single complaint.
When Rihan sat in silence, that silence spoke louder than any scream. It spoke a language only understood by hearts that had already been shattered . Her laughter was rare— but when it came, even the universe paused for a breath of peace. Rihan was a flickering flame — lit, but never shielded from the wind. A flower that bloomed quietly— but no one ever noticed it had a scent of its own.
