Mira couldn't move.
Her eyes were still fixed on the notebook.
On the drawing.
On the two small figures standing on the rooftop.
And the handwriting.
His handwriting.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the notebook.
Her heartbeat loud.
Unsteady.
"This… doesn't make sense," she whispered.
Ten years ago…
They had just met.
For a few minutes.
So how could they have drawn something together?
Something that would happen years later?
Her phone buzzed again.
"Mira?"
She swallowed.
Her throat felt dry.
"Yes…"
His reply came slowly this time.
"I didn't remember that part."
Her brows furrowed.
"You didn't?"
"No."
A pause.
Then—
"But seeing the drawing… it feels familiar."
Mira looked down at the page again.
That same word.
Familiar.
It had followed them from the beginning.
From the café.
From the rooftop.
From every conversation.
She sat down slowly on the edge of her bed.
Still holding the notebook.
Her mind was racing now.
Trying to find logic.
Trying to find an explanation.
But nothing felt normal anymore.
Ten years ago—
They met.
They talked.
They drew something together.
Something that hadn't happened yet.
And now—
They met again.
At that exact place.
Her fingers slowly moved to her phone.
She typed.
Then stopped.
Then typed again.
Then erased it.
Because the question in her mind felt too strange.
Too unreal.
But at the same time—
It felt… right.
Her heart beat faster.
"Mira… just ask," she whispered to herself.
Her fingers finally moved.
"Can I ask you something?"
The reply came quickly.
"Always."
She took a deep breath.
Closed her eyes for a moment.
Then typed the question that had been growing inside her.
"What if…"
She paused.
Her hands trembled slightly.
Then she continued.
"…this isn't our first time meeting in life?"
Silence.
The typing dots didn't appear.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
Mira's heartbeat grew louder with every second.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked…" she whispered.
But just as she was about to put the phone down—
It buzzed.
His reply.
Short.
Simple.
"I was thinking the same."
Mira froze.
Her breath caught.
Because that meant—
He felt it too.
Not just now.
Not just from today.
But from the beginning.
Her fingers quickly typed again.
"Since when?"
This time, the reply came slowly.
"Since the rooftop."
Her heart skipped.
The rooftop.
The first time they met again.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
A pause.
Then his reply came.
"Because it sounded crazy."
Mira let out a soft breath.
"Yeah…" she whispered.
"It does."
But even then—
Neither of them denied it.
That was the strangest part.
Her fingers moved again.
"Do you think…"
She hesitated.
Then continued.
"…we've met before? Before that café?"
The typing dots appeared.
Stayed.
Disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally—
His answer came.
"I don't know."
Another message followed.
"But it doesn't feel like ten years is the beginning."
Mira's chest tightened.
Because she felt the same.
Ten years didn't feel like the start.
It felt like… a continuation.
Like something unfinished.
Something that had been waiting.
Her eyes slowly returned to the notebook.
To the drawing.
To the words written above it.
"Maybe we meet here one day."
Her heart whispered something she wasn't ready to accept yet.
What if… you already did?
Her phone buzzed again.
"Mira."
"Yes?"
His next message appeared.
"Do you believe in fate?"
She stared at the question.
A small, soft smile appeared on her lips.
Because once—
She didn't.
But now—
Her fingers moved slowly.
"I didn't."
A pause.
Then she typed the rest.
"But I think I'm starting to."
There was a long silence after that.
But this time—
It didn't feel uncomfortable.
It felt like something had shifted.
Something important.
Because now—
They weren't just two strangers connected by coincidence.
They were two people—
Trying to understand a connection that didn't follow time.