Two days passed.
They stayed together.
Enjoying every moment.
Going to different places.
Walking.
Talking.
Laughing.
Just being with each other—
as much as they could.
As if time could be stretched—
if they held onto it tightly enough.
But now—
only one day was left.
And suddenly—
everything felt different.
Aira wasn't okay.
She tried to act normal.
Tried to smile.
Tried to stay in the moment.
But somewhere—
she couldn't ignore it anymore.
She didn't want to leave.
Not this time.
Not like before.
And Aarohi—
was feeling the same.
She didn't say it.
But it was there.
In her silence.
In the way she looked at Aira—
a little longer than usual.
They both wanted more time.
More moments.
More them.
But time—
wasn't listening.
Aira sat quietly—
lost in her own thoughts.
"Will she miss me… after I leave?"
"Does she still have feelings for me?"
"Or am I just… a friend to her?"
"Can we really be just friends?"
"Or is this something more… that we're afraid to accept?"
"Will we ever become something real?"
She closed her eyes for a moment.
"I don't know what's happening to me…"
"I just want to be with her."
"No matter what."
Aarohi stood near the window—
looking outside.
But not really seeing anything.
"What will happen when she goes?"
"Will I miss her… like before?"
"Will we talk… like we used to?"
"Are we just friends?"
"Or something more?"
"And if it is more…"
"Why am I so scared to accept it?"
She took a deep breath.
Because the answer—
felt closer than before.
And that scared her.
They sat together—
that evening.
Close.
Quiet.
But not distant.
So many questions between them.
So many answers—
left unsaid.
And both of them knew—
They couldn't avoid it anymore.
Not this time.
That evening—
felt different.
Not like the other days.
Not light.
Not carefree.
Something had changed.
Without anyone saying it.
They were sitting together—
on the terrace.
The sky slowly turning darker.
Wind moving softly around them.
But neither of them felt peaceful.
Aira looked at Aarohi.
She wanted to say something.
So many things.
But every word felt heavy.
Like once she says it—
everything will change.
Aarohi was quiet too.
More quiet than usual.
Not avoiding.
Just… thinking.
That night—
they were sitting on the terrace.
Quiet.
Not the empty kind—
but the kind that feels full.
The sky stretched above them.
Stars scattered everywhere.
The moon glowing softly.
Aira looked at it.
She always loved the moon.
Every night—
she would look at it.
As if something was hidden in it.
Something she was still trying to understand.
After a long silence—
Aira spoke.
Aira, softly,
"Aarohi… what are we?"
A small pause.
"Are we just friends… or something more?"
Aarohi didn't answer immediately.
Her eyes moved from the sky—
to Aira.
Aarohi, quietly,
"We are friends…"
A pause.
"But… I'm not sure about my feelings."
Her voice became softer.
"I'm scared, Airu."
Aira listened.
Without interrupting.
Aarohi continued,
"What if I lose everything again?"
"Can I handle it?"
"If I get hurt… how will I live like that again?"
Aira's expression softened.
Not hurt.
Not angry.
Just understanding.
Aira, gently,
"I understand."
A small pause.
"But whatever you feel… you can tell me."
"Anything."
"I'll listen."
She looked at her—
calm and steady.
Aira,
"Just remember one thing…"
"I'll always be on your side."
"No matter what happens."
Aarohi looked at her—
a little calmer now.
Aarohi, softly,
"Yes… Airu."
They didn't say anything after that.
But this time—
the silence wasn't confusing.
It was honest.
Aarohi slowly leaned her head—
on Aira's shoulder.
And Aira didn't move.
Both of them looked at the moon again.
But now—
they weren't searching for answers there.
Because the truth was already between
them.
They just needed time—
to accept it.