Aira had always believed that silence was safety.
At 2:17 a.m., the world outside her window was asleep, but her mind was louder than ever. The pale light of her laptop screen bathed her face in a cold glow, highlighting the exhaustion she refused to admit. A half-empty mug of coffee sat beside her keyboard, long gone cold—just like the smile she used to wear.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her fingers danced across the keys, bleeding pieces of her soul into a story no one knew was hers. Online, she was BlueSky—a ghost behind words, the queen of viral teenage heartbreaks and slow-burn fantasies. She ruled the charts, she owned the hearts, and yet... no one knew her name.
And that was the point.
Being anonymous wasn't just a preference. It was survival.
Until tonight.
She had just finished typing the final line of her new story when a notification appeared in the corner of her screen.
[1 New Message]
From: Revan_X
Her breath caught.
Revan? That name didn't belong on this screen.
Not here. Not in her world.
He was real. He existed in fluorescent school hallways, in crowded basketball courts, in the loud, careless life she tried so hard to avoid. He was the golden boy—loud, charismatic, untouchable. Everything she wasn't.
She clicked on the message, hands trembling.
> "Hey, BlueSky. I know it's you."
No.
Her heart lurched. Her chest tightened. How?
No one was supposed to know. She used a fake email, a pseudonym, even a VPN. Her writing was the only place she felt alive. And now... someone had pierced through that invisible wall.
Another message followed:
> "We need to talk. After school. Tomorrow. Alone."
She stared at the blinking cursor, her breathing ragged. Her world—her secret world—was unraveling.
Why him?
She had barely spoken to Revan before. A nod in the hallway. A stolen glance in literature class. He was popular; she was invisible. Two parallel lines never meant to cross.
Unless...
Unless he had been watching.
Her thoughts spiraled. What if he exposed her? What if he told everyone she was BlueSky? Her life would be over. The anonymity that shielded her would shatter. And the stories—the ones filled with pain, desire, and truth—would suddenly belong to the girl behind them.
To Aira.
But even through the panic, something darker whispered in her chest.
What did Revan really want?
Because he wasn't just the school's golden boy. He had a reputation. Rumors followed him like shadows—of manipulation, of secrets, of girls who got too close and disappeared from the spotlight.
And now, he wanted her.
Or maybe... he wanted BlueSky.
Aira leaned back in her chair, eyes wide open to the darkness. The line between reality and fiction had never felt thinner.
Tomorrow, everything could end.
Or begin.