"Sometimes, love doesn't arrive with fireworks...It slips in silently — through a wrong text,and changes everything."
It was just another evening.The sky wore a soft violet, and golden light from the setting sun spilled quietly over the city's rooftops. Inside his dim room, Ren sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through stories, reels, and reminders that life was moving on without him.
Until it happened.
One ' DING '.
A Notification !
Snapchat.
"Are you home?"
He blinked.
Then looked again.
The message wasn't meant for him.
He should've ignored it — swiped it away and gone back to scrolling through borrowed happiness.
But something made him type back.
"I think... you texted the wrong person."
A pause.
Then another ' DING '.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry!"
"Wait— who are you?"
She didn't un-add him.
That was the first surprise.
Her Bitmoji was cute — a soft smile, messy bun, blush on the cheeks. Not flashy. Just... warm. Like spring.
"I'm Ren."
"You?"
"Serin."
The name lingered on his screen.
Serin.
It sounded like the first drop of rain in June — soft, delicate, fleeting.
What started as a mistaken message turned into a string of texts.
Then memes.
Then a voice note — her laugh was real.
Not forced. Not filtered.
They talked about school. About how people wear masks.
How silence isn't always peace.
They talked like they'd known each other for years, yet every word felt like discovery.
And before Ren knew it, hours passed.
The moon had climbed high. The sun had forgotten to say goodbye. But Serin hadn't. She stayed.
And that night, when he lay on his pillow and stared at the ceiling — there was no music playing, no magical breeze.
Just a name, softly echoing in his mind.
Serin.