Chapter 11: Where Words Bloom
After that night in the garden, something between them changed — not loudly, not suddenly — but gently.
Like the way leaves turn golden before they fall.
Like the way silence turns into a song, only the heart can hear.
Zayaan and Eliza didn't rush anything.
They started walking home together.
Talking again — not always about deep things, but little things too.
Books.
Dreams.
And sometimes… pain.
Zayaan gave her a notebook one day.
Inside, on the first page, he had written:
"Your words made my world warmer."
She smiled when she saw it —
and under his line, she added hers:
"And yours gave mine meaning."
They wrote poems together now.
Sometimes, sitting by the old tree at school.
Sometimes, just passing lines through their windows.
Noah understood. He never came between them.
Because some stories are just mea
nt to be written by two hands.