Aarohi's exam was just three days away.
One day—
a message came.
"I broke up with my boyfriend," Aarohi texted.
"I don't know why I'm telling you… but I wanted to."
Aira stared at the screen.
A small part of her felt happy.
But another part—
felt something strange.
She couldn't even feel her sadness properly.
"How?" she asked.
"He said I was a mistake," Aarohi replied.
"He disrespected me. So I stopped talking to him."
"Okay… what will you do now?"
"Focus on my exams."
"Yeah. Just focus on that."
"Of course, I will."
Aira paused for a moment.
"Will you ever be able to forget him?"
"No. I love him."
That sentence—
broke something inside her.
She didn't reply much after that.
She just wanted to go somewhere—
where she didn't have to feel this.
"Okay."
Three days later—
her exams began.
Even after everything—
Aira still cared.
On the first day—
"Be confident. Don't overthink. Before the exam, meditate yourself for 2-3 minutes and tell yourself—this will be your best exam."
"Thank you."
On the second day—
"Stay focused. Do your best."
Aarohi just liked the message.
On the third day—
"All the very best. Be confident."
After a while—
a reply came.
"I patched up with him."
"He begged… and I couldn't control my feelings."
"So I forgave him."
"But why are you doing all this for me?"
Aira's heart started racing.
Everything came back at once.
The love.
The pain.
The waiting.
The hope.
And the reality.
She took a deep breath.
Then typed—
"We shouldn't talk anymore."
"This is wrong."
"Goodbye… maybe we'll meet someday."
She stared at the message for a few seconds.
Then—
she sent it.
Aarohi saw it.
But didn't reply.
Aarohi kept staring at the message.
"Goodbye… maybe we'll meet someday."
Her fingers hovered over the screen.
She wanted to reply.
So many things came to her mind—
questions, emotions, confusion.
But she didn't type anything.
Instead—
she locked her phone.
After a few minutes—
she opened the chat again.
Read the message once more.
Why did it feel so heavy?
She didn't understand.
She had her life.
Her exams.
Her boyfriend.
Everything was fine.
Then why—
did this one message disturb her so much?
On the other side—
Aira was also staring at the screen.
Waiting.
Not for a long reply.
Not for an explanation.
Just one word.
But nothing came.
She smiled slightly—
a weak, tired smile.
"I knew it," she whispered to herself.
Still—
she didn't block her.
Didn't delete the chat.
Because somewhere deep inside—
she knew—
this wasn't the end.