Chapter 3: Signs Through Glass
Author: quratulain
Eliza stared at the note on his window.
"Hi."
Just one word. But it felt louder than anything she had heard in days.
She didn't know what to do. Should she respond? Should she ignore it? What if it was a mistake? Maybe the note wasn't even for her.
But her heart whispered otherwise.
That night, she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about the boy in the window, his smile, and that one word. The silence between them was no longer heavy — it was full of curiosity.
The next evening, with slightly trembling hands, Eliza picked up a notebook and wrote:
"Hello."
Simple. Quiet. Just enough.
She tore the page carefully, folded it in half, and taped it to her own window.
Then, she sat back and waited.
Minutes passed. The sky turned from gold to grey. Then finally... the curtain on the opposite window shifted.
There he was.
He read her note.
And then — he smiled again, this time wider.
He wrote something quickly in his journal, then held up a paper against the glass:
"Do you always sit by the window?"
Eliza laughed quietly. She wrote her answer.
"Only since I moved here."
A conversation had begun.
Without voices.
Without sound.
Just signs through glass.