TheOnceEnchanted

The Once Enchanted is a poignant journey through silent love, quiet prayers, and the ache of letting go. When two souls briefly cross paths, one remains captivated by the other in silence, holding onto a connection that could never fully bloom. Set against the backdrop of everyday office life, one girl finds herself drawn to someone she barely knows. A stolen glance, a shy wave, a birthday confession that changes everything — and yet, time and circumstances seem determined to keep them apart.

What began as simple admiration slowly morphs into a tangled web of feelings she can no longer ignore. She never meant to fall for him. But when he becomes everything her heart notices, it becomes impossible to pretend the feelings aren’t there.

But timing isn’t always kind. And sometimes, love isn't enough — even when it's never fully realized.

In The Once Enchanted, experience the bittersweet beauty of a love that was never returned, the heartache of unspoken words, and the fragile dance between holding on and letting go. Through raw letters, tender confessions, and the deep longing of what could have been, this is a story about the quietest loves that echo the loudest.

Who is the "once enchanted"? Who is the person at the center of a love that never got the chance to fully unfold? The answers are buried between each word, and you may find yourself wishing for what you can never have — just as the characters do.

Step into a world where the quietest hearts speak the loudest.

The Way I Love You Silently

Days turned into silent stories She wrote only inside her heart.

Each time their paths crossed — the waiting area, the convenience store, the elevator — she felt like she was walking through echoes. Like brushing against a memory that had never even been fully born.

It wasn't the kind of pain that screamed.It was quieter than that.The kind that lived behind her ribs, tender and invisible to anyone else.

After a short vacation leave, She returned to the office with a fragile kind of hope — the kind that trembles even as it stands.

Maybe, she thought, things would go back to normal.Maybe he would smile again.Maybe she could finally say "hi" without her voice shaking.

The glances they used to share turned into empty air. There were no greetings. No small nods. Just silence.

She told herself it was nothing. Work stress. Fatigue. A long week.

But deep down, she knew. Something had shifted. Something between them had quietly — and irreversibly — broken.

The weight of unspoken words sat heavy on her chest. So one night, with trembling hands and a heart pounding like thunder behind her ribs, she opened her phone and typed the words she'd been too afraid to say out loud:

"Hi.Sorry if I wasn't able to greet you earlier.I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.I really hope we can be real friends — no awkwardness, no pressure.And maybe someday... maybe I can finally say hi without feeling so shy."

Time stretched painfully thin until his reply came, soft and devastating:

"I don't want to hurt you or your feelings... but I already like someone else."

It was kind. It was honest. And it still broke something inside her.

She swallowed hard and replied with the last bit of strength she had:

"No worries. I just wanted to be your friend anyway. Wishing you well."

A single blue icon that closed the door she hadn't realized she'd been standing in front of — heart in hand, waiting for it to open.

After that, came the real silence.

He passed her in the halls like she didn't exist.

No glances. No hesitation. Just distance. And still — the universe, in its cruel mischief, wouldn't let their paths untangle so easily.

They kept running into each other in the quiet spaces of life: The elevator. The corner store. The waiting area.

Every encounter was a quiet ache, pressing gently into a bruise that hadn't healed.

She tried to pretend. To smile. To be brave.But every time he looked away, something inside her wilted a little more.

It wasn't hatred she carried.Not even regret.It was something softer.

Like holding a balloon by the string, knowing you had to let go, and still mourning the weight of it in your hand.

At night, Ness would sit with her memories like fragile paper — moments she couldn't bring herself to tear.

She would remember his voice, the half-smile during their one real conversation, the way the air had felt less heavy for just a little while.

And sometimes, when the ache grew too loud, she would whisper into the quiet:

"Maybe in another life, we say hello properly."

Maybe in another life, he wouldn't look away. And she wouldn't be too shy to stay.

This life taught her how to love without asking for anything in return.

How to be honest, even if the truth burned.

How to let someone go — gently, gracefully — even when all she wanted was to be seen.

And still wish him happiness, from a heart that only ever wanted him to be okay.

Chapter 3: When Echoes Answered Back