Ariana kept thinking about one thing.
If he was from her class last year…
Why didn't she remember him?
She tried recalling every face.
The noisy boys.
The quiet ones.
The toppers.
The backbenchers.
Nothing felt certain.
That evening, she opened the app again.
He was already online.
As if he knew she would come.
SilentStar15: You said you were in my class. Then why don't I remember you?
A few seconds later—
UnknownUser: You weren't supposed to.
She frowned.
SilentStar15: That doesn't make sense.
UnknownUser: Not everything needs to make sense immediately.
Her lips pressed together.
He never gave direct answers.
But he didn't feel fake either.
There was something calm about the way he typed.
No flirting.
No silly lines.
No showing off.
Just… steady.
SilentStar15: Did we ever talk?
A small pause.
Then—
UnknownUser: Once.
Her heartbeat skipped.
Once?
When?
She tried remembering.
SilentStar15: About what?
UnknownUser: You asked for a pen.
Her eyes widened slightly.
That was such a small thing.
She had asked many people for pens.
Why would he remember that?
SilentStar15: That could be anyone.
UnknownUser: Maybe.
That "maybe" made her strangely restless.
Days passed.
They started talking more regularly.
Not long dramatic chats.
Just simple conversations.
About school.
About music.
About how tiring life feels sometimes.
He asked about her exams.
He remembered details she mentioned casually.
"You had a math test today, right?"
"How did it go?"
No one had asked her like that before.
Not even her close classmates.
Slowly…
She started waiting for his messages.
Not desperately.
Just quietly.
One night, while lying in bed, she typed something without thinking.
SilentStar15: Why did you message me that day?
There was a longer pause than usual.
Then—
UnknownUser: Because I wanted to.
Her cheeks warmed.
That answer felt simple.
But heavy.
SilentStar15: Why me?
Another pause.
Then—
UnknownUser: You always looked like you were thinking about something bigger than everyone else.
Her breath caught.
No one had ever described her like that.
She didn't know whether to feel shy…
Or scared.
Because how could someone she barely remembered…
See her that clearly?