The town slept under a blanket of silver moonlight, but Lila couldn’t. She sat by her window, tracing the outline of the moon with her eyes, feeling the quiet ache of something she couldn’t name. Every night, the stars seemed to whisper secrets she couldn’t hear, and the wind carried distant laughter that felt like it belonged to someone else.

She had loved him in silence for years—his smile, the way his words lingered in her mind like music, the way he walked through life as if unaware of her heart quietly following him. Tonight, the longing was heavier than ever, pressing against her chest, making the shadows in her room dance.

Then, as if the universe had heard her, a single shooting star streaked across the sky. Lila closed her eyes and whispered a wish—not for him to love her back, not for the ache to vanish, but for the courage to step into the night and finally tell him what her heart had been saying all along.

The wind shifted, carrying the faintest hint of hope. Perhaps the night had been listening after all.