Mira didn't sleep much that night.
Her mind kept replaying everything he had told her.
The rainy day at Café Aurora.
The rooftop meeting.
The argument.
The promises to forget.
And the most disturbing part of all—
They had tried to end their connection twice already.
Yet somehow, they were standing in each other's lives again.
The next morning, Mira sat quietly with a cup of tea.
Her phone lay on the table in front of her.
She kept staring at the photo from the café.
The one where he stood behind her.
Looking at her.
It didn't look like a random moment anymore.
Now it felt like the beginning of something bigger.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from him.
"Are you awake?"
Mira smiled slightly.
"Yes."
The reply came quickly.
"I've been thinking about something."
Mira typed back.
"Me too."
A few seconds later he sent another message.
"Do you notice a pattern?"
Mira stared at the screen.
Because she had been thinking about the same thing.
She typed slowly.
"Every time we meet, we try to stop it."
His reply appeared.
"Exactly."
Mira leaned back in her chair.
Her thoughts becoming clearer.
Three months ago — Café Aurora.
They talked for ten minutes.
She felt a strange connection.
Then she ended the conversation.
Two months ago — The rooftop.
They met again.
The connection returned.
They promised not to meet again.
Yesterday — The rooftop again.
They met despite that promise.
It was like an invisible thread kept pulling them back.
Mira typed another message.
"Why do we keep doing that?"
His answer came quickly.
"Because you're afraid."
Mira rolled her eyes slightly.
"You're not?"
There was a short pause.
Then he replied honestly.
"I wasn't at first."
Her heart beat slightly faster reading that.
Then another message appeared.
"But now I'm starting to be."
Mira frowned.
"Why?"
His reply came slowly.
"Because this doesn't feel normal anymore."
She understood exactly what he meant.
Coincidences could happen once.
Maybe twice.
But this felt different.
Then Mira suddenly thought of something.
Something small but important.
She quickly typed.
"Wait."
"What?" he replied.
"When we met at the café… did you plan to go there?"
His answer came almost immediately.
"No."
Her fingers froze.
"My manager cancelled a meeting at the last minute," he continued.
"So I randomly stopped at that café."
Mira stared at the message.
That sounded exactly like what happened to her with the cab.
"Random changes," she murmured.
Then another thought appeared in her mind.
"What about the rooftop?" she typed.
The reply came.
"That was random too."
Mira frowned.
"How?"
His message appeared.
"I was supposed to be somewhere else that night."
Her heart skipped.
"But my schedule suddenly changed."
Mira slowly put her phone down.
Her mind spinning.
Two random events.
Two sudden changes.
Two unexpected meetings.
Then she typed the question that was now forming in her mind.
"What if it's not random?"
The typing dots appeared again.
Then he replied with a sentence that made Mira's chest tighten.
"I was thinking the same thing."
Silence filled the chat for a few seconds.
Then Mira typed carefully.
"What if something keeps pushing us back into the same place?"
His answer came quickly.
"You mean fate again?"
Mira sighed.
"I don't even know what to call it anymore."
Then his next message appeared.
"Let me ask you something."
"Okay."
"When you saw me at the café… what was the first thought that came to your mind?"
Mira closed her eyes.
Trying to imagine the moment she still couldn't remember clearly.
But strangely…
A small feeling appeared.
Like a distant memory trying to reach the surface.
She typed slowly.
"I think I felt like I already knew you."
The reply came immediately.
"That's exactly what you said that day."
Mira exhaled softly.
Then she asked something she had been wondering since last night.
"When you saw me again on the rooftop… were you surprised?"
His reply appeared after a few seconds.
"No."
Mira blinked.
"What?"
His next message made her heart skip.
"It felt like I was supposed to see you again."
Mira stared at the screen.
The strange feeling in her chest growing stronger.
Then another message appeared.
"And when I saw you last night… it felt even more familiar."
Her hands trembled slightly.
Because she felt the same thing.
The same strange comfort.
The same sense of recognition.
Then Mira typed the question that scared her the most.
"What if this keeps happening?"
There was a long pause before he replied.
When the message finally appeared…
It made Mira's heart race.
"Then maybe this isn't the first time our story started."
Mira's breath caught.
Because suddenly, another possibility appeared in her mind.
One she had never considered before.
What if their connection didn't start at the café?
Or the rooftop?
What if it started long before that?
And somehow…
They had simply forgotten every previous time.