girl friend is a killer

Letters to the Sky"

A love story from her heart

In a quiet town kissed by hills and morning mist, lived a girl named Aira. She wasn’t loud, nor did she seek attention. She loved rain, coffee, and old books with worn-out covers. But more than anything, Aira loved writing letters she never sent.

Every evening, she’d sit by her window, watching the golden sky melt into stars, and write in her little notebook—letters to a boy she once met, and never forgot.

His name was Zayan.

They met when she was seventeen, at a school debate. He was confident, funny, the kind of boy who lit up a room with his presence. Aira, on the other hand, was quiet, thoughtful—someone who noticed the little things others missed.

Zayan noticed her too.

After the event, as everyone laughed and clicked photos, he walked up to her and said, “You don’t speak much… but your eyes tell stories.” She blushed, unsure what to say. He smiled and added, “Maybe one day, you’ll write them.”

That night, she wrote her first letter to him.

> *"Dear Zayan,

Today, you noticed me. Not for the things I said, but for who I was in silence. That means more than words can say."*

They became friends—slowly, gently. They shared music, exchanged books, and walked home after school under falling leaves. Zayan teased her, made her laugh, and listened like no one else ever had.

But life, as it often does, changed.

Zayan’s family had to move to another city. It was sudden, unexpected. The day he left, Aira stood at the train station, her heart pounding. She wanted to tell him everything—all the letters she’d written, all the feelings she’d buried.

But when he hugged her goodbye, she stayed silent.

> *"Dear Zayan,

I watched your train disappear, and with it, a part of my world. I wish I had told you that you were more than just a friend to me."*

Years passed. Aira grew older, wiser. She joined university, made new friends, smiled more—but a part of her always remained with those unwritten moments.

She never stopped writing letters.

Some were filled with memories. Some with dreams of what could’ve been. Some were simply questions—Do you still laugh the same? Do you remember me?

She never sent any. She didn’t know where he was, or if he even remembered her. But writing made her feel closer to him

Until one rainy evening, life turned a page.

She was sitting at her favorite bookstore café, sipping coffee and reading poetry, when a familiar voice called her name.

“Aira?”

She turned, almost dropping her cup.

There he was—Zayan, older, taller, but with the same smile that had once made her world stop.

“I thought it was you,” he said, eyes warm. “I almost didn’t believe it.”

They talked for hours. About life, dreams, heartbreaks, and the roads that led them back. Zayan was now working as a writer, something he never imagined back in school. “You inspired me,” he admitted. “You always had a way with silence.”

Aira smiled, tears threatening to spill. “And you always made my silence feel heard.”

Before leaving, Zayan hesitated. “Did you… ever think of me?”

She looked down, heart racing.

> *"Dear Zayan,

You were never a passing thought. You were a quiet forever."*

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notebook—the same one she’d written in for years.

“These are all for you,” she whispered.

He took it, carefully, like holding something sacred. “May I read them?”

“Every word,” she nodded.

A week later, she got a letter in return.

> *"Dear Aira,

I read every letter. Every feeling you never said, I felt too. You weren’t the only one who kept something unsaid. I just didn’t know how to write it.

But I do now—

I love you. I always have."*

The stars outside her window that night glowed brighter.

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🌙 Moral:

Sometimes, love waits in silence. Sometimes, letters meant for the sky find their way back through time.

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