Watching Over You
PROLOGUE
The rain came down like the sky had been waiting all day to collapse.
Soft at first.
Then heavier.
Slow and steady.
Headlights appeared suddenly around the curve ahead.
Too bright.
Too fast.
The other vehicle swerved.
Straight into his lane.
Lucas slammed the breaks.
Tires screamed against the wet road.
The steering wheel jerked violently.
The world spun.
His car skids.
His one hand gripping the steering wheel—
Another hand… holding a small velvet box.
For one single second the world slowed.
Lucas’ thoughts didn’t race.
They narrowed.
One face filled his mind.
**Mira**.
Lucas
Just one more minute…*Whisper—barely audible*
Mira stands behind the counter. Soft smile. Tired eyes.
Naomi leans across the counter.
Naomi
You’ve been smiling at your phone all week.
Naomi
You absolutely have.
Naomi leaned forward conspiratorially.
Mira tried to sound casual.
Naomi pointed dramatically.
The café door jingles.
A man walks in.
Something is… off about him.
He looks at Mira..
Cafè Man
*quietly* Ghosts might message you back…
💬"I remember your laugh."💬
Coffee spills on concrete.
A boy crouches beside her.
Quiet. Calm.
She looks at him.
Suspicious. Curious.
Professor Dale writes on the board:
*Delay. Silence. Pride.*
Professor Dale
(softly) Love rarely fails… people just wait too long.
Lucas looks at Mira.
Mira looks away
A velvet box placed between them.
Mira’s breath shakes.
Lucas nods.
Soft. Certain.
Mira alone in her apartment.
Phone lights up again.
💬"Don’t walk home alone tonight."💬
Lights flicker.
She freezes.
Naomi stands still.
Face pale.
Naomi
(quietly) Mira… he never left.
[HOSPITAL ROOM DOOR OPENS]
Machines beep.
Mira steps inside slowly.
Her world shatters silently.
Maya
*softly* Do you believe love is enough?
Maya
I’m afraid of losing people again.
Mira
*through tears* I thought you were talking to me…
I thought you never left…
Mira
Even if it's a nightmare, I am willing to bear it because I can only see you in there.
The presence of you is enough to make this a beautiful nightmare that I am willing to dream
The Night Everything Broke
Rain came down like the sky had been waiting all day to collapse..
Lucas tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
The wipers moved back and forth, barely keeping up.
On the passenger seat:
A leather-bound journal.
His phone.
Screen lit up.
He glanced at it at the red light.
Mira
💬"Did you reach home yet?"💬
A small smile appeared on his face.
Mira
💬"Don’t drive fast. It’s raining like crazy." 💬
Lucas
You always worry, *murmured.*
The light was still red—but his mind was somewhere else entirely.
Not on the road.
Not on the storm.
Only on her.
He should’ve been focused on the road, but all he could think about was *her.* Mira’s laugh echoing in his head… the way her fingers tangled with his when she didn’t realize he was watching.
Thunder rolled somewhere far away.
Lucas reached into his coat pocket without thinking. His fingers brushed against the small velvet box.
He pulled it out briefly, opening it just enough to see the ring inside.
His hand brushed the ring box again.
He closed it quickly and slipped it back.
Lucas
Not yet, *he said quietly.*
Tonight he had almost said it.
But Mira had looked nervous during dinner.
Afraid.
Like something inside her was holding her back.
So he waited.
Just one more day.
He could wait one more day.
The traffic light turned green.
The car moved forward into the dark road. He pressed the accelerator slightly.
The road curved through the quiet town.
Rain hit the windshield harder now.
His phone buzzed again.
He glanced quickly.
Mira
💬"I’m glad you’re in my life."💬
His chest tightened unexpectedly.
He slowed the car slightly.
Rain tapped against the glass like impatient fingers.
He whispered to the empty car.
The road ahead was empty.
Dark.
Quiet.
Lucas fingers tapped the steering wheel nervously.
Then he laughed once.
He reached into his coat pocket again.
This time he took the ring out.
Held it between his fingers.
Lucas
I’m doing it tonight,
Thunder cracked across the sky.
His phone buzzed again.
The message was sent but she didn't reply.
He sighed.
A small smile still lingered.
Lucas
I’ll just tell you in person.
He put the phone down.
Focused back on the road.
Then—
Headlights appeared suddenly around the curve ahead.
Too bright.
Too fast.
Lucas
...that car's drifting.
The other vehicle swerved.
Straight into his lane.
Lucas’s grip tightened instantly.
Lucas slammed the breaks.
Tires screamed against the wet road.
The steering wheel jerked violently.
The world spun.
For one single second the world slowed.
Lucas' thoughts didn't race.
They narrowed.
One face filled his mind.
Her laugh in the café.
Her voice arguing about tragic love stories.
Mira
“Tragedy only exists when someone waits too long—”
The way she rolled her eyes when he predicted the weather.
His hand instinctively tightened around the ring box.
Lucas
…I won’t wait, *he whispered.*
Tomorrow, he thought.
The car hit him before he could move.
The world shattered into sound.
Metal crushed.
Glass shattered.
Lucas didn’t think about the car.
Didn’t think about the impact.
Didn’t think about himself.
Only one thing—
Her.
Mira.
The words he hadn’t said.
The time he thought he had.
The future he assumed was waiting.
**I should’ve told her.**
The realization struck harder than anything else.
The sound was deafening.
Then—
INTRODUCTION -1
Profession: Mira works as a barista at the local café. She's known for her warmth and kind nature, which has led to her forming close bonds within the community. She has a strong work ethic and often stays late to close the cafè.
Background: Orphaned at 12 after a house fire took both parents; raised in foster care until college. Strong-willed but deeply afraid of losing people again. Values loyalty above all—and doesn't let anyone get too close… except *Lucas*.
Despite the challenges she faces, Mira remains hopeful for a brighter future, finding comfort and solace in simple moments like watching the rain outside the café or listening to the soft lullaby of the old clock by the counter.
Sunlight given human form—yes, but flickering. Like a candle left burning too long in a drafty room; her glow never dimmed, just… frayed at edges from being held up so tightly for others who forgot how brightness could cut as much to heal~ ✨🔥
She smiled first and asked questions later because if she stopped moving? Stopped shining? Then silence would swallow whole again—and Mira had spent enough years drowning dark corners of the empty room.❄️📚
But then he appeared like a shooting star through the barren sky: Lucas with his quiet hands and heavier secrets watching from far like he knew exactly which cracks held pain best... 💫⚡
(And maybe he did.)
Profession: A medical student turned hospital volunteer (before an accident); studying neurology part-time before it happened~ 🏥📚
Background: Born into silence: Raised by his older brother Elias after their parents disappeared one winter night—the case never solved~~ 🔍❄️ This is why he chose medicine.
Lucas
"I want to understand how people break... so maybe I can fix myself."
A man who walked in shadows. Not because he chose to, but because something had followed him. His eyes held the weight of secrets he never voiced aloud.
He is also known to be a quiet and introverted person, preferring to observe rather than actively participate in social interactions.
He watched from corners when no one was looking… memorized the cadence of her laughter long after it faded…
But for all that darkness coiled beneath his silence? He loved her brightly enough for both their names written across fate’s ledger already: **Mine.** Scrawled in blood-ink by forces even he couldn’t name anymore... 💔
Because stars don’t collide by accident—least not ones this drawn toward each other despite orbit paths written wrong from start~
(The Love That Refused to End)
Mira was sunlight trying its best to stay warm in a world that kept blowing out candles.
She laughed easily.
Smiled quickly.
Loved carefully.
Because once—long ago—fire had taken everything from her.
So she built a life out of routine and quiet kindness.
Coffee cups. Rainy evenings. The soft ticking clock in the café.
And the boy who sat in the back row of her literature class, Lucas.
Lucas was made of silence.
Storm-colored eyes.
Careful words.
The kind of stillness that made people look twice without knowing why.
He noticed things others didn’t.
The way Mira sat near exits.
The way she never unpacked her bag fully.
The way she laughed harder when she was hiding something.
He loved her quietly.
Not loudly like fireworks.
But like gravity.
Constant.
Unavoidable.
Already written somewhere neither of them could see.
And when the universe finally gave him the courage to say it—
Time ran out.
But love…
Didn’t.
They met where ordinary moments quietly rewrite destinies—
on rain-soaked steps outside the campus library,
somewhere between spilled coffee and unspoken truths~
She was crouched on the ground, trying to gather what couldn’t be saved—
dignity slipping through her fingers along with the last drops of warmth.
He stood above her for a second too long.
Watching.
Not judging—never that—
but noticing in a way that felt… dangerous.
Lucas
You’re losing that battle, *he said softly.*
And just like that—
he stepped into her world.
Not with grand gestures.
Not with charm.
But with napkins.
And silence that didn’t feel empty.
Mira was sunlight—restless, moving, always on the edge of running from something she never named~ ✨
Lucas was stillness—quiet, observing, like he was memorizing the world before it disappeared~ ⚡
She laughed easily.
He didn’t.
But when he did?
It felt like something rare had chosen to exist.
Mira
You observe too much, (she told him once.)
Lucas
Only you. *he replied."
And somehow—that wasn’t unsettling.
They built something fragile between them—
in shared walks under uncertain skies,
in cups of coffee gone cold between conversations,
in glances that lingered just a second too long.
Not love.
Not yet.
But something that leaned dangerously close.
Lucas
I don’t like wasting time.
He would say.
She’d roll her eyes, smiling—
because she believed in tomorrows.
He didn’t.
And maybe that was always the difference.
Because while Mira lived like there would always be another chance—
Lucas loved like this one moment was all he had.
So he waited.
One more day.
One more right time.
One more perfect moment to say what mattered.
And somewhere—
between almost and never—
time slipped through his fingers.
Leaving behind—
a love that refused to end,
even when everything else did~ 💔
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