CHAPTER-5 "BLOCKED"
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The morning after that night, I woke up with a heavy chest and a racing mind. Kian’s words, his presence, and that lingering look outside my building refused to leave me. My rational brain screamed at me, as it had done countless times before: He’s trouble. Stay away. Don’t let this chaos ruin you.
But my heart… my heart had other plans.
I picked up my phone and stared at his name, memorized on my screen. I knew that if I let myself respond, I’d fall deeper, faster, and I couldn’t afford that. Not after everything I’d been through. Not when my past heartbreak still lurked like a shadow in my chest.
So I did the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time: I blocked him.
It wasn’t because he was bad. Not really. He was… too honest, too sincere, too unpredictable. He was exactly the kind of chaos that could destroy the fragile balance I’d spent weeks rebuilding. Blocking him felt like a shield—one I desperately needed.
For the first few hours, the silence was suffocating. My phone lay on the table, untouched. I caught myself reaching for it only to remember… he was gone. And somehow, in that absence, I realized just how much he had seeped into my thoughts.
Then, around noon, my phone buzzed. My heart skipped, thinking he had somehow found a way around the block. But it wasn’t him. Not exactly.
“Did I do something?”
It was another number. I froze. My chest felt heavy, and panic threatened to take over. But… that simple, desperate question was so him. My rational mind screamed: Ignore it. Don’t answer. But my fingers betrayed me.
I didn’t reply.
He didn’t text again. Not immediately. Not for hours. Not for the rest of the day.
And the silence… oh, the silence was worse than any message could have been.
I tried to focus on school, on homework, on life. But everything felt dull, muted, like someone had drained the color from my world. Even my favorite chocolate tasted flat. Even my favorite songs felt like noise. Every time my phone buzzed, my stomach lurched—not because I expected him, but because I hoped it was him.
It was maddening. Infuriating. And terrifying.
That night, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that I’d done the right thing. That I’d blocked a boy who could have become a distraction—or worse, a storm that I couldn’t survive.
And yet, somewhere deep inside, I missed him. The thought of him not being there, of not seeing his messages, of not reading his words that somehow understood the parts of me I kept hidden… hurt more than I expected.
I told myself it was temporary. That I needed this space. That this was for my own good. But my heart whispered a warning: This is only the beginning. You think you’re protecting yourself, but you’re only postponing the inevitable.
And then, as if the universe wanted to remind me how impossible he was, I saw him—literally—the next day in my dreams. Standing under a streetlight, that same tired, piercing gaze fixed on me. He wasn’t real, but my chest ached as if he was.
I realized that something was terrifying:that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I tried .
Blocking him hadn’t solved anything. It hadn’t erased the spark. It hadn’t made him disappear from my heart or my thoughts. If anything, it had made the absence feel heavier, sharper, and more consuming.
I hated it. I hated him. I hated how much I didn’t hate him.
And yet… there was a small, quiet part of me that secretly hoped he would somehow reach me again. Somehow. Not tomorrow. Not today. But soon.
Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself I was safe, I knew the truth.
Kian wasn’t just a wrong-number stranger.
He wasn’t just a chaotic storm I could run from.
He was becoming… my impossible.
And for once, I didn’t want to escape.
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