, Okomani and Seng found themselves talking through DMs more often than coordinating squad attacks. Day by day, the

they had. Their personalities, though seemingly opposite-her extroverted spark and his quiet

, soft, or deep, and he'd stay there, listening, sometimes teasing, always present. She

something tugged at her. A feeling she

nd personal fears, there was a pause. A long, heavy silence. Not the uncomforta

wly. "There's somethi

immediately

The weight of what she'd been carrying for months ma

egan. "We were toget

was no

ept g

weeks. Said it was a mistake

didn't. I couldn't. But I al

, Seng

two still

p, knowing how

ply. I know I shouldn't. But there's a part of me tha

on his end. Long enough

ut you. About us talking. I mean, we're

sil

mad?" s

ame, it wasn't w

mad. Just..

ed off early. And though he didn't say it outright, Okomani felt the

, still funny, still thoughtful. But his replies sometimes took longer. He didn't initiate cal

ared too much? Was it wrong to adm

n't know was-Sen

ntle reassurances, he was wrestling with something of his own. Something he

breaks. And though he found comfort in Okomani's voice, her ener

d through their chat, Oko

le distant lately.

didn't reply f

ing with a few things. But I'm

e weight of her own heart and the mystery of his sil

friendship pu

mes, Okomani would fall asleep on a call with him still on the line. Sometime

rned, mostly. B

e in hand, she whispered to herself, "Why

probably the kindest guy she'd ever spoken to. But there was something in

didn't ask.

Or maybe because she knew what it was like t

y was stil

lly placed silences. On things they chose

Seng said softly, "You know... you're one

iled.

hem said what th

t