The night was calm, the moon casting a gentle silver glow over the streets. Joya walked slowly, her thoughts tangled with the memories of Sudom's smile from earlier that evening.
She had rehearsed what she wanted to say, over and over, but every time she opened her mouth, the words seemed to vanish.
Sudom walked beside her, silently, his presence comforting yet making her heart race.
Finally, she stopped. "Sudom… there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to her, eyes wide, attentive.
Joya's hands trembled. She wanted to speak, to finally let out the feelings she had held so long. But the courage wavered, and she only managed a soft sigh.
Sudom smiled gently. "You don't have to say anything tonight. I'll listen whenever you're ready."
Her heart skipped a beat. Something in his words, in his calm patience, made her feel seen—truly seen.
As they continued walking under the quiet streetlights, a thought settled in her chest: maybe some confessions don't need words to be felt.
Will Sudom finally understand Joya's feelings?