The rooftop slowly became quiet again.
The wind carried the distant sounds of the city, but Mira's mind was somewhere else now.
She finally remembered the argument.
The promise.
The fear that had made her erase that night from her memory.
Yet something still didn't feel complete.
"What are you thinking?" he asked softly.
Mira leaned slightly against the railing.
"I was just thinking…"
She hesitated.
"…about what you said."
"What part?"
"About fate."
He gave a small smile.
"That word again."
Mira looked at him.
"You really believe in it, don't you?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly.
"But sometimes strange things happen that don't feel like coincidence."
Mira nodded slowly.
Because what was happening between them already felt strange enough.
After a few minutes, they both decided to leave.
The rooftop conversation had answered one question.
But it had also created new ones.
As Mira walked home, the cool night air helped calm her thoughts.
She felt lighter.
Relieved.
Finally knowing the truth about the argument.
But something Riya had said earlier suddenly came back to her mind.
"You disappeared for a few hours that night."
That part still didn't make sense.
The argument had ended.
They promised not to meet again.
Then she called Riya.
But what happened between those moments?
When Mira reached home, she sat quietly on her bed.
Her room felt familiar and peaceful.
The soft yellow lamp near her desk was on.
Music played quietly from her speaker.
The same routine she always followed after work.
But tonight, her mind refused to relax.
She opened her phone again.
Scrolling through old photos.
Sometimes looking at old memories helped her think.
Family pictures.
Office selfies with Riya.
Random pictures of food and sunsets.
Nothing unusual.
Then suddenly—
She stopped scrolling.
A photo caught her attention.
It looked like a random picture taken outside a café.
She was standing near the entrance.
Smiling slightly.
But that wasn't what shocked her.
Someone else was visible in the background.
Not very close.
Standing a few steps away.
Her heart skipped.
Because that person looked very familiar.
Mira zoomed in on the picture.
Her fingers trembling slightly.
The image became clearer.
It was him.
The same calm face.
The same posture.
Standing behind her.
Mira's breath caught in her throat.
"This… can't be right."
She quickly checked the photo details.
The date.
Her eyes widened.
Three months ago.
One month before the rooftop meeting.
"That's impossible," she whispered.
If the rooftop night was the first time they met…
Then how was he in this photo?
Mira stared at the screen again.
Trying to remember that day.
But nothing came.
Just a blank space in her memory.
Her heart started beating faster again.
Did they meet before?
Or was this just a coincidence?
Maybe he was simply passing by.
But something about the photo felt strange.
Because he wasn't looking somewhere else.
He was looking directly at her.
Like he already knew her.
Mira immediately grabbed her phone.
Opening their chat.
She typed quickly.
Mira:
"I need to ask you something."
The reply came within seconds.
"What happened?"
Mira stared at the photo again before typing.
"Were you ever near Café Aurora?"
There was a short pause.
Then his reply came.
"Yes."
Mira's fingers froze above the screen.
Her heart started racing.
She typed another message.
"Three months ago?"
This time the typing dots appeared slowly.
Stayed.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Finally his answer came.
"Yes."
Mira swallowed.
"Did we meet there?"
The reply took longer this time.
Much longer.
When the message finally appeared…
It made Mira's entire body feel cold.
"You don't remember that day?"
Her hands trembled slightly.
Because that answer meant only one thing.
They hadn't met on the rooftop first.
They had met before that.
And somehow…
She had forgotten that too.
Mira slowly typed one last message.
"What happened that day?"
The typing dots appeared again.
Then his reply came.
"That was the first time you asked me to forget you."
Mira's heart stopped for a moment.
Because that meant something unbelievable.
She hadn't erased one memory.
She had erased two.
And the real story between them had started long before the rooftop.