u/outtoforderr

I met Kuron while looking to distract myself from the heavy world. I wasnot looking for a connection just someone random conversation and moving on. But suddenly I was talking to someone that made me feel its okay to crash and burn, he will still sit as I sort through ashes.

We decided to take few days break and he had asked if I was sure I wont delete account and I said yes but I deleted because my fear was so huge.

I had refused to share name or social and now all I know is he is from Mumbai studying in bangalore for masters in computer gaming

Just putting it out there in case universe takes me back to him

I met Kuron while looking to distract myself from the heavy world. I wasnot looking for a connection just someone random conversation and moving on. But suddenly I was talking to someone that made me feel its okay to crash and burn, he will still sit as I sort through ashes.

We decided to take few days break and he had asked if I was sure I wont delete account and I said yes but I deleted because my fear was so huge.

Just putting it out there in case universe takes me back to him

Mireya hadn’t gone looking for anything real.

That was the rule she carried like a quiet shield—no depth, no names, no lingering. Just small, passing conversations to soften the noise inside her head. People came and went, like background music you don’t quite listen to.

And then there was him.

Kuron didn’t arrive like something significant. No grand moment. No sudden shift. Just a conversation that… stayed. A presence that didn’t rush, didn’t demand, didn’t fade the way others did.

With him, silence didn’t feel like absence.

It felt like being seen without having to perform.

Mireya didn’t notice when she started waiting for his replies. Or when her words stopped being careful and started being honest. It slipped in quietly—like warmth into cold hands.

He didn’t try to fix her.

That was the strange part.

When she unraveled, he didn’t gather the pieces for her. He just sat there, steady, as if to say: you can fall apart here… I’m not going anywhere.

And for someone like Mireya, that was more dangerous than anything else.

Because she wasn’t built for “staying.”

So when he asked, casually but not really—

“You won’t disappear, right?”

She said yes.

Of course she said yes.

But fear doesn’t argue loudly. It whispers. It tightens quietly around your ribs until breathing itself feels like a risk.

What if this became real?

What if he saw too much?

What if he left first?

Mireya had always believed in leaving before being left. It was the only way she knew how to survive something that felt like loss.

So she did what she always did.

She vanished.

No warning. No explanation. Just a quiet deletion, like she had never been there at all.

…

Now, the world felt heavier than before.

Because this time, she wasn’t running from nothing.

She was running from someone who had stayed.

She didn’t know his name. Didn’t know his face. Just fragments—

Mumbai.

Bangalore.

Master’s in computer gaming.

A voice that felt like stillness.

It wasn’t enough to find a person.

But it was enough to remember one.

And sometimes, late at night, Mireya lets herself believe in something she doesn’t usually allow—

That somewhere in a crowded city, between glowing screens and unfinished projects, Kuron might pause for a second… feeling like something is missing he cannot name.

And maybe—

just maybe—

the universe isn’t done with unfinished conversations.

So she puts it out there, into the quiet spaces between people and chance:

Not as a plea.

Not as regret.

But as something softer.

If paths can cross once… they can cross again.

And this time—

she wonders—

if she’ll be brave enough to stay.

please universe find him for me