The street outside Skyline Residency felt unusually quiet.
Mira and him stood under a streetlight, both staring at the screenshot on her phone.
The chat messages.
The rooftop meeting.
The strange promise they had made two months ago.
And now the most confusing part—
The number that had sent those messages.
"It's almost your number," Mira said slowly.
"But one digit is different."
He leaned closer to the screen again.
"Yes… the last number."
He pulled out his own phone and compared it carefully.
His number ended with 7.
The number in the screenshot ended with 9.
"That's too close to be random," he said.
Mira nodded.
"It looks like someone copied your number."
"But why?"
They both fell silent.
Because neither of them had a good answer.
Mira scrolled through the screenshot again.
The messages looked normal.
Almost casual.
But something about them felt strange.
"Whoever sent this message knew about the rooftop," she said.
"And knew we would meet there."
He crossed his arms.
"And they also knew we might meet again someday."
Mira's mind raced.
"But how could anyone know that?"
For a moment, only the distant sound of traffic filled the air.
Then suddenly—
Something clicked in Mira's mind.
"Wait."
He looked at her.
"What?"
"You said something earlier tonight."
"What?"
Mira repeated his own words from the rooftop.
"You said you started seeing the rooftop in your dreams first."
He nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"And then after a month… I suddenly appeared in the dream."
"Right."
Mira's eyes slowly widened.
"What if that wasn't the first time we met?"
He frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"What if the rooftop meeting two months ago…"
She paused.
"…is what started the dreams?"
The idea hung heavily in the air.
He thought about it for a moment.
Then nodded slowly.
"That would explain something."
"What?"
"Why the dreams feel so real."
Mira felt a chill run down her spine.
Because that made sense.
Too much sense.
"But that still doesn't explain the number," she said.
"Who was texting me?"
He stared at the phone again.
Thinking.
Then he said something unexpected.
"Maybe it wasn't a stranger."
Mira blinked.
"What?"
"What if it was someone we both know?"
Her mind immediately started going through possibilities.
Friends.
Coworkers.
Random contacts.
But none of them made sense.
"Why would someone set us up like that?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"I don't know."
Mira stared at the screenshot again.
Then something else caught her attention.
A tiny detail she had missed earlier.
"Wait…"
"What?"
She zoomed in on the very top of the screenshot.
Just above the messages.
Where the date and time of the conversation appeared.
Her heart skipped.
"What is it?" he asked.
Mira showed him the screen.
The time of the messages said:
8:42 PM
He looked confused.
"So?"
Mira swallowed slowly.
"Look at the date."
He looked again.
And suddenly his expression changed.
Because the date said:
December 8.
Exactly two months ago.
Mira whispered something slowly.
"That's my birthday."
The air between them went completely still.
He looked at her in shock.
"Your birthday?"
"Yes."
He ran his hand through his hair.
"That can't be a coincidence."
Mira's heart was beating faster now.
Because birthdays often felt special.
Important.
Meaningful.
But someone had used that day…
To arrange the rooftop meeting.
"Whoever sent this message knew it was your birthday," he said.
Mira nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Then she whispered something that made the mystery even darker.
"But I never told anyone about the rooftop."
He looked at her.
Then slowly asked the question neither of them wanted to think about.
"Are you sure about that?"
Mira hesitated.
Because suddenly…
Another small fragment of memory flashed in her mind.
A conversation.
A phone call.
Someone asking her about her birthday plans.
But the face of that person was still blurry.
Mira grabbed her head slightly.
"Something's coming back…"
"What do you remember?" he asked.
"Just a voice."
She closed her eyes.
Trying to focus.
"It was someone I trusted."
Her heart started beating faster.
Because the more she tried to remember…
The clearer the voice became.
Then her eyes suddenly opened.
"Oh my god."
"What?" he asked quickly.
Mira looked at him.
Her voice barely above a whisper.
"I think I know who sent the message."
The mystery was finally starting to reveal itself.