It's been a month since the last burst report. The world's still patching itself together — some people still waking up with headaches, some still lost in their thoughts. But for Kean, each sunrise feels lighter. Not because the world healed — but because he found something, someone, worth waking up for.
Every day, his routine begins and ends the same: a message from Kaye.
A "good morning" that sounds like music, a "take care" that carries warmth through miles and signals. They talk about everything — how she helps her grandma water the plants, how he tunes his guitar before class, how they both imagine the places they'll explore together one day when distance finally stops being distance.
Kaye became more than just a name on a glowing screen — she became his rhythm.
Every "ping" from her chat felt like a heartbeat reminding him there's still something pure left in the world, something real amid the static of uncertainty.
The afternoon sky had already turned gold when Kean's phone lit up with her name.
Kaye is typing…
Kaye: Time really flies, huh? It's already February 21, 2021. I can't believe it's been a month since we started talking almost every day.
Kean smiled, the glow from his screen painting his face in the same warm light that filled his room.
Kean: Yeah, right? Time's moving too fast. I just hope today turns out to be one of those normal but… special days.
Kaye: Special? Hmm, I like that. Yeah, I hope it is too!
They kept talking, their messages jumping between laughter and small stories — how Kean almost burned his food that afternoon, how Kaye accidentally watered the same plant twice. Every topic was simple, ordinary, yet it felt like the world paused every time their chat flowed.
Kaye: You know, it's weird… I never thought someone I met from an app would make my days feel this light.
Kean: And I never thought someone hundreds of miles away could feel this close.
A short pause. Both of them smiled at their screens — no words, just warmth
The late afternoon sun spilled through the small window, painting soft streaks of orange across the tiled floor. Kaye sat by the dining table, her phone resting in her hands as her aunt prepared dinner nearby. The air smelled faintly of garlic and fried rice — a comforting scent of home.
"So…" her aunt began, a teasing grin forming. "You've been smiling at your phone again. Is it him?"
Kaye's cheeks warmed instantly. "Auntie! Don't start again," she said, hiding her face behind her phone.
Her aunt laughed softly, placing the spatula down. "Oh come on, I'm just asking! Grandma's not here, you can tell me. Is this Kean boy really that special?"
Kaye hesitated, her lips curling into a shy smile. "He's just… different. I didn't expect him to be this kind of person," she said quietly, staring at the messages lighting up her screen. "He checks up on me every day, reminds me to eat, to rest, to smile even when things are hard. It's weird — we only met online, but it feels like I've known him forever."
Her aunt nodded, leaning on the counter with a knowing look. "That's what young love does. But don't worry, I won't tell your grandma — yet."
Kaye laughed nervously. "Please don't! She'd definitely kill me if she knew something like that."
They both giggled, and Kaye looked outside the window — the sky dimming into a violet hue. Her tone softened.
"I just… I hope I can meet him someday," she whispered. "Not through a screen. Just… in person. To know that he's real, and that everything we've shared is too."
Her aunt smiled tenderly. "Maybe someday, you will. When the world's a little calmer."
Kaye nodded, her eyes reflecting the last rays of sunlight — carrying a quiet hope that somewhere, Kean was looking at the same sky.
The night breeze slipped gently through the half-open window beside Kean's bed. His phone was propped up against a small stack of books, the soft light from the screen glowing across his face. On the screen — there she was. Kaye, with her slightly messy hair and that faint smile that always made him forget the rest of the world.
Neither of them said anything at first. Kean just stared quietly, admiring how the reflection of her room's warm light kissed her eyes.
Kaye: "Hey… what are you looking at, huh?"
Kean blinked, caught red-handed, and smiled shyly.
Kean: "Oh, nothing. It's just… you kind of look like the night sky tonight."
Kaye: "The night sky?" she chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
Kean: "Yeah. Calm. Beautiful. Makes me wanna stare forever… oops—hehe."
Kaye rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were clearly turning pink.
Kaye: "You're getting smoother every day, mister."
Kean laughed softly, pretending to stretch just to hide his grin.
Suddenly, Kaye reached for a jar sitting beside her. "Hold on," she said, unscrewing the lid and dipping a spoon inside. She took a small bite, her face instantly twisting into a confused expression.
Kean: "Wait—haha—what are you eating?"
Kaye: "Chocolate spread… I think? It tastes weird though."
Kean laughed harder this time, clutching his pillow.
Kean: "That's my favorite spread! You're telling me it's weird?"
Kaye: "Haha maybe it's expired or something—"
Kean: "No way. You just don't appreciate midnight snacks like I do."
Kaye tilted her head with a teasing smile.
Kaye: "Don't tell me you haven't eaten dinner again?"
Kean: "Maybe… maybe not."
Kaye: "Kean!" she said with that adorable half-angry tone. "I told you to eat on time."
Kean: "Okay okay. You first though, did you eat?"
Kaye: "Yes! With my aunt, don't worry. She'd kill me if I skipped dinner again."
Kean: "Good."
For a few seconds, neither spoke. They just stayed there — smiling, the connection flickering slightly as if even the internet couldn't handle the warmth between them.
The night outside was quiet, but their laughter filled the silence. Two people, miles apart, yet closer than ever.
The sky had deepened into shades of navy and silver, the crickets humming softly outside Kean's window. He sat on his bed, the glow from his phone reflecting off his face. His heart thumped faster than usual — maybe it was the cold night breeze, or maybe it was because of her.
Kaye: "So, time flies so fast, huh? It's already February 21!"
Kean: "Yeah, right? I can't believe it's been a month already. I just hope today's gonna be… normal but special, you know?"
Kaye: "Haha, what do you mean normal but special?"
Kean: "Like… nothing bad happens, but something good stays."
Kaye chuckled as she lay on her bed, her hair spilling across the pillow. The small lamp beside her flickered softly, matching the warmth in her voice.
Kaye: "You're saying things like that again. You're making it sound like a scene in a movie."
Kean: "Maybe we're living one."
There was a pause — a kind of silence that felt full rather than empty. The two just stared at their screens, both smiling like they could feel each other's heartbeat from miles away.
Kaye: "You know, I didn't expect this month to turn out like this."
Kean: "Me neither. But I'm glad it did."
Kaye: "Same. I feel like… I've found something I didn't even know I was looking for."
Kean leaned his head back, his chest tightening with a mix of joy and nerves.
Kean: "You've become really special to me, Kaye. Like… really special."
The typing dots on her end appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.
Kaye: "...You're special to me too, Kean."
Kean smiled, eyes softening at the screen. The night was quiet — but it felt alive. Like the world had slowed down just for them.
Kaye: "Anyway, the sky looks beautiful tonight. The stars are brighter than usual here."
Kean: "Maybe they know we're talking again."
Kaye: "Haha, you and your lines. But really, I like nights like this… they make me feel peaceful. Even if I'm just staring at the sky."
Kean: "Same here. You know, sometimes I wonder if we're looking at the same stars."
There was a pause — a quiet, comfortable one. Kean could almost feel her smiling from the other side of the screen.
Kaye: "I think we are. Maybe they're trying to connect us somehow."
Kean: "If that's true, then I hope they don't stop shining."
Kaye: "They won't, not as long as you keep talking to me."
The words lingered between them — heavier than the usual teasing, but gentle, sincere. Kean leaned back, heart racing a little faster. He didn't know why, but tonight felt… different.
Kean: "Hey, Kaye?"
Kaye: "Hmm?"
Kean: "If I tell you something tonight… promise you won't vanish like the stars when morning comes?"
Kaye: "Promise :)"
The call ended with a soft click after Kaye heard her grandma's footsteps creaking upstairs. The sudden silence left Kean smiling at his screen, his heart still beating fast from watching her face just moments ago. Then, a new message popped up.
Kaye: Hey, are you still awake?
Kean: Of course. I'm still thinking about you.
They continued chatting under the calm hum of midnight. The world outside seemed quiet—only the faint chirps of crickets and the soft glow of his lamp filled the room.
Kaye: Kean… I know we feel the same way right now. I'm gonna ask you something.
Kean: What is it?
Kaye: If you were gonna court me, you know… would you?
Kean's heart stopped for a moment. He smiled, biting his lip, then typed.
Kean: I was about to ask you out tonight.
Kaye: Then you should've—because I would've already said yes before you asked.
Kean: Wait—what? So… does that mean…?
Kaye: Yes, Kean. I want to be your friend, your best friend… and especially, I want to be yours.
Kean's hands trembled as he typed back.
Kean: Oh my… I don't even know what to feel. I'm already blushing.
Kaye: Same, Kean! I'm blushing and shaking in love!
A small laugh escaped Kean's lips. He took a deep breath and sent one last message.
Kean: Can I say something too?
Kaye: What is it?
Kean: I love you.
A pause. Then her reply came with a warmth that filled his chest.
Kaye: I love you too, my one and only, Kean. And I'm looking forward to seeing you—and hugging you soon.
Kean smiled at his screen one last time before lying back, heart pounding and eyes soft. Outside, the faint aurora still shimmered quietly above the night sky—like the world itself was blessing their beginning.
Kean's cheeks still felt warm, his smile refusing to fade. Their messages slowed a little, but neither wanted to say goodnight just yet.
Kaye: Soo... what do we call each other now?
Kean: Hmm. I heard you like bubble tea.
Kaye: Yes, I love that! Why? You wanna call me Bubbles?
Kean: No, silly. You can call me baby though.
Kaye: Or... do I have to call you... Dadd—y?
Kean: That's wild—ahaha! But uhh... sure, I guess.
Kaye: But I still like to call you Eggy.
Kean: Eggy? Well, in that case... choose between Perry or Berry.
Kaye: Hey! That's not fair! Hmp!
Kean: Alright, alright! Don't worry, I'll come up with something unique soon.
The conversation turned softer. The teasing quieted down into gentle comfort.
Kean: I think we should rest now.
Kaye: Can we hug while sleeping?
Kean: Wish I was beside you...
Kaye: Don't worry. We're close to that. Just be patient, okay?
There was a short pause—just the sound of their hearts syncing through the faint light of their screens.
Kaye: Goodnight, and I love you!
Kean: Goodnight, my one and only. I love you too!
He placed his phone beside him and stared at the ceiling, still feeling the warmth of her words. Outside, the aurora faintly glowed again—soft and slow—like the universe itself was smiling for the two of them— waiting for the right time of their meet up someday.