Tune Between Smiles

A soft tune, a quiet smile, and a story that feels like rain.

He laughed at the mirror again, the kind of laugh that hides a thousand tiny worries. His morning coffee went cold, but he didn’t care. The city outside was loud, restless, alive. Inside, his heart hummed an offbeat melody that only she knew.

They had met on a rainy evening when her umbrella turned inside out, and his jokes tried to fix the weather. Since then, their talks had no rules. Some days were full of silly arguments, others soft as a sigh. He teased her for pouting too much, she mocked him for laughing at his own jokes. Between them, silence felt like music.

Tonight, she sent him a single emoji, a kiss. He smiled, no words, no promises, just that little red mark lighting up his screen. The same screen that once showed their endless chats now glowed quietly in the dark.

He picked up his guitar and played a tune that wasn’t written for anyone else. A tune made of laughter, eye rolls, and a memory that still blushed like dawn.