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I fell in love at first sight.
He was everything I imagined.
But he belonged to a world where girls like me don’t exist as the heir of an old money clan.
I guess I’m just a dreamer.
We fell in love like magic... but it was love sitting on a ticking time bomb.
What was I thinking?
He betrayed me.
He took my fairy tale and turned it into something cruel.
But I won’t remain the girl he left behind.
This time, I’ll play his game and use his love against him.
I’ve returned to shake every foundation of the old wealth he hides behind.
I’m no longer soft.
I’m the fire he lit  and now I burn with purpose

While Silence Burns

There's something cruel about unanswered questions.

They feast on your confidence, pry into your sanity, and dress you up in doubt like perfume.

The weeks crawled slowly that I can imagine.

Between preparations for Founder's Day, the pressure of final seminar presentations, and the heat of unspoken thoughts, my chest felt like a bottle someone forgot to open.

I moved through chaos smiling, waving, pretending but inside, I was sinking.

And every time I tried to write my speech…

POV: It's hard to write about power when someone else already has power over your thoughts.

The campus buzzed with committees, rehearsals, costuming, playlet and last minute arguments.

I tried to focus on my speech, but my thoughts refused to sit still.

Your face always travels, Mary said one afternoon while we ate beside the art building. What is happening again? Your speech or your mystery lover?

Both,I said, poking my snack like it was a stress ball.

Just don't fall for someone that won't catch you. Love is not a trampoline.

I wanted to smile, but something was dragging inside me.

A voice saying: You missed your chance, Luna.

I buried myself in research books, journals, TED Talks, speeches from great thinkers.

Power is not given. It's taken then owned with grace."

Every word I jotted down for my speech felt like a mirror, showing me who I was becoming.

This an opportunity I've been waiting for I'm going to utilise it.

Maybe I wasn't the same girl from gala night.

Maybe this was the fire I had been waiting for.

My relationship with home kept softening.

Not perfect, not even close but warm.

Ama started asking for advice. I can't express my gratitude of the new development and each time she seeks for my advice, I give her my all.

Nice started cleaning without being told sometimes.

And Dad one night, he looked at me like he had never seen me before.

You're becoming a voice, Luna. Don't lose it.

I wanted to cry. This word means something to me, I have been craving for this word for a life time. A soft way they said is like a calm water to the soul.

That was the most love I had heard from him in years.

Still nights were the hardest, the world got quiet.

My thoughts got louder, I would stare at my phone, bright, empty and Waiting.

POV: How do you chase someone who never told you to run after them?

One Thursday evening, I walked home from the library.

Rain kissed my forehead like a mother who knew all my secrets.

I didn't have an umbrella I didn't care.

I was soaked in thoughts deeper than any puddle.

POV: Some dreams come like rain gentle at first, then heavy, then gone before you can hold them.

At home, I peeled off my wet clothes, tied my old wrapper, and sat by the window.

My diary was open in front of me. His name was in the corner. So small and still there.

I didn't want to be that girl anymore.

But I didn't know how to stop being her either.

POV: Healing doesn't mean forgetting. It means choosing yourself again and again even when the memory smiles like a ghost.

He'd be calling a woman who had finally stopped whispering her worth.

Chapter 7: The debt of Silence