Title: The Letter She Never Sent
Claire... she was a young woman. The day as usual....she left for work... she's a poet ... a famous one. She was in the train station....waiting for her train... she was staring at the rails lost in her thoughts.....and suddenly....someone..., ask... Excuse me? .... may I know wht time Is it ?? ."...and suddenly, a voice brushed against her thoughts—warm, low, curious. 'Excuse me... may I know what time it is?'
She looked up—and for a moment, time stood still.
There he was. The kind of man poets write about but never quite capture. He wasn’t just handsome—he was the quiet storm before rain, the last golden hue of a setting sun. The kind of presence that makes your heartbeat stumble, just once, before racing to catch up."
She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts.
"H-Huh? Sorry?" she stammered.
He asked again, with a gentler smile, "Could you please tell me what time it is?"
She glanced down at her wrist. "It’s... 8:14 a.m."
When she looked up again, he was still there—but something had shifted.
He didn’t do anything. He didn’t have to.
And yet, somehow—without a single promise, without even knowing her name—he had quietly taken her heart.
And the strangest part? He did it without permission. Without even trying.
