The rooftop looked exactly the same.
The same wooden floor.
The same quiet night sky.
The same soft wind moving across the open space.
Yet tonight, everything felt heavier.
Like the place itself was waiting for something to be remembered.
Mira stepped out of the elevator slowly.
Her heart was beating faster than usual.
She had been here twice before.
Once in the security footage.
Once last night.
But tonight felt different.
Tonight she knew the truth was waiting here.
He was already standing near the railing.
Just like always.
Looking out at the city lights.
When he heard her footsteps, he turned slightly.
"You came."
Mira nodded.
"I had to."
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The wind moved quietly between them.
Mira finally asked,
"Do you remember how the argument ended?"
He looked at her for a few seconds before answering.
"Yes."
Her chest tightened.
"Then tell me."
He shook his head slowly.
"You should remember it yourself."
"Why?"
"Because it was your decision."
Mira looked down at the wooden floor.
Her fingers slightly trembling.
"My decision to forget?"
"Yes."
The words made her stomach twist.
Mira walked toward the railing.
Standing in almost the same place where the argument had happened.
The night air touched her face.
The sound of distant traffic echoed far below.
And suddenly—
Another flash appeared in her mind.
The memory continued.
The rooftop.
The same wind.
The same city lights.
But her past self looked more emotional than before.
"I can't do this," she heard herself say.
He looked confused.
"Do what?"
"This… whatever this is between us."
The memory became clearer.
"You're acting like this is something dangerous," he said.
"It is," Mira replied.
Her voice in the memory was shaking slightly.
"Why?"
Because she knew the answer.
Even back then.
"Because I feel too comfortable with you."
The words echoed through her mind.
Back on the rooftop in the present, Mira slowly whispered,
"I said that…"
He nodded quietly.
"Yes."
The memory continued again.
Her past self looked frustrated.
Like she was fighting against her own feelings.
"We barely know each other," she said.
"And yet every time I talk to you… it feels like I've known you forever."
He didn't argue.
He simply listened.
"That's not normal," Mira said in the memory.
He stepped closer.
"But maybe it's real."
The memory moved forward.
Faster now.
Her past self shook her head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because people don't meet like this."
"And how do people meet?"
"Normally," she said.
"Not like this."
He smiled slightly.
"That sounds like fear talking."
The next moment in the memory hit Mira like a shock.
Her past self suddenly said something that made the rooftop silent.
"What if we fall in love?"
Back in the present, Mira's eyes widened.
She didn't remember saying that.
But the memory continued.
He didn't laugh.
He didn't look surprised.
Instead, he answered very calmly.
"Then we fall in love."
The simplicity of the answer made her heart race again.
Even now.
But the next part of the memory changed everything.
Her past self stepped back suddenly.
"No," she said firmly.
"Why?"
"Because this isn't real."
The words echoed across the rooftop.
He frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
And then Mira remembered the exact sentence she had said.
The one that had started everything.
"You are a celebrity," she said.
"And I'm just a normal girl."
The wind grew stronger around them.
"Your world and my world are completely different."
"But right now we're standing in the same place," he replied.
"That doesn't mean they belong together."
The memory was almost complete now.
Mira could feel the moment when everything changed.
Her past self looked at him one last time.
"If we keep meeting… I might start believing this is possible."
"And that's bad?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because one day reality will remind me it's not."
Back in the present, Mira felt tears forming in her eyes.
Because now she understood.
The argument hadn't been about fear.
It had been about protecting herself.
The memory continued one final time.
Her past self took a deep breath.
Then said the words that ended everything.
"Let's stop this before it becomes something we can't control."
The rooftop had gone completely silent after that.
He looked at her carefully.
Then slowly nodded.
"Okay."
But before leaving, he said one last thing.
"If fate wants us to meet again… we will."
That was the last sentence from the security footage.
The memory finally ended.
Back in the present, Mira opened her eyes slowly.
Her heart heavy.
"So that's why…" she whispered.
He looked at her.
"You remember?"
Mira nodded.
Tears quietly sliding down her cheeks.
"I was afraid of loving someone I could never truly have."
He didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he stepped closer.
"Then why did you come back here yesterday?"
Mira looked at him.
Her answer came honestly.
"Because even after trying to forget… my heart didn't."
The wind moved softly around them.
For a moment, everything felt still again.
But then Mira asked the question that had been haunting her.
"If we promised not to meet again…"
She looked directly at him.
"Then why did we?"
He smiled slightly.
The same calm smile.
And gave the same answer again.
"Because maybe fate didn't agree with our decision."
Mira's heart beat faster.
But now another question appeared in her mind.
One that neither of them had asked before.
What if this wasn't their second meeting?
What if…
They had met even before that rooftop night?