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

The days passed not with noise or color, but with a soft greyness that seemed to seep into everything. The office lights still flickered with their usual hum, the keyboards still clattered faintly in the background, but something in the air had shifted.

There was no announcement. No goodbye. Just... absence.

At first, she didn't think much of it. People took leaves, had meetings, worked remotely. But then a second day passed. Then a third. Then a week — and still, no sign of him.

His chair stayed empty. The corner of the table in the pantry where he often sit in silence — staring at his phone or just existing in that quiet, introspective way of his — remained untouched. No familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway. No glimpse of him returning from lunch, quietly holding his usual cold coffee.

And that was the thing — She had always known it was him just by his footsteps.

Not because they were loud, but because they had a rhythm. A familiar presence. Steady. Soft. Like someone who never wanted to disturb the world, only move through it unnoticed.

She hadn't realized how much she had memorized that sound until it disappeared.

The truth came quietly, almost offhandedly. Someone mentioned it in passing — that he was sick. That it was serious enough to need hospitalization. That there was surgery involved.

For a moment, it felt like her chest had caved in, like the breath she was about to take decided to wait.

The rest of the floor carried on. Keyboards clacked. Notification chimes blinked in and out of rhythm. Someone sighed near the water station, muttering over a spilled drink. But she sat in her corner, fingers suspended above her keyboard, hearing none of it.

She didn't know what kind. Didn't ask. She was afraid to.

All she knew was that he wasn't there, and her heart ached in a way she hadn't expected.

At night, she lit silent prayers like candles in her chest.

For healing.For strength.For a safe return — whether or not he ever looked her way again.

She drafted a message. Just a small one. Just enough to let him know someone out there was thinking of him.

"Hi... I heard you're not feeling well. I hope you're okay. Please take care."

Every time her finger hovered over the button, fear curled around her like smoke. What if it annoyed him? What if he thought she was crossing a line? What if her kindness was seen as intrusion — another unwelcome thing from someone who had already meant too much, too quietly?

And more than anything, what if he didn't reply at all?

So she kept the message unsent, saved in her drafts like so many of her feelings — half-formed, hidden, unfinished.

She waited with a quiet kind of devotion. Not the kind that expected anything in return. Not the kind that made demands.

But the kind that simply was.

A hope that lived quietly in the corner of her heart.

The kind of love that didn't announce itself — that didn't knock on doors or ask to be let in — but simply stayed outside, praying for the warmth of the person inside.

And even if he never knew it, she knew.She knew how deeply she cared.She knew what it meant to sit in the ache of worry, to carry someone in silence.

There are loves that shout and break things.And there are loves like hers — patient, aching, invisible.

She folded her hands, closed her eyes, and whispered his name into the stillness.Not to be heard — just to be near.

Chapter 5 – The Waiting Season