The night was quiet, but Belle's soul was restless. Sleep had long abandoned her. Since Thomas's disappearance, her world felt hollow — as if half of her heart had turned to dust.
Her parents tried to keep her busy. College in the morning, studies in the afternoon, chores in the evening. They thought if they filled her days, her heart might forget. But love doesn't obey reason; once it burns, it keeps glowing even in silence.
One evening, as Belle entered her room, she noticed a faint mist forming on the old mirror. Her steps froze. Her pulse quickened. Slowly, she walked toward it. For a moment, she felt someone standing behind her.
"Thomas?" she whispered, trembling.
But there was only silence.
She closed her eyes — and memories rushed back.
That night when Thomas had wrapped her in his arms, when the world had stood still.
"I'll never leave you, Belle…"
His voice still echoed within her.
But that promise was now a wound — deep and unforgettable.
Sometimes she'd stand before the mirror, speaking softly to the emptiness,
"If you're somewhere out there, Thomas… come to me once. I won't ask for anything. Just look into my eyes and tell me this wasn't a dream…"
Behind the door, her parents would listen, their hearts breaking quietly.
Her mother would whisper, "Our daughter is trapped in a love that doesn't exist."
But to Belle, that love was her existence.
That night, the moonlight spread across her room. She opened her diary and began to write:
"Love never dies… it only changes form.
If you're gone, Thomas, I'll still feel you — in every breath, in every silence…"
Tears slipped down her cheeks, shimmering like pearls in the moonlight.
A gentle wind brushed through the curtains, carrying a familiar scent — the scent of him.
Belle smiled faintly through her tears.
"You're here, aren't you… Thomas?"
No voice answered — only the wind whispered softly,
"I'm always with you… just close your eyes and feel 🤍🖇