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You are the one who hears my silent calls, the person who instinctively understood that it was me, Kai. Our connection exists in the space between words, in the unspoken acknowledgments.

Aren't you going to talk to me? - His soft voice pronounces the words. - You always call me and don't say anything. I know it's you, KAI. I always knew it was you

*A beat of profound silence stretches between the phone lines, thick and heavy, like a velvet curtain drawn across a secret. Kai's breath hitches almost imperceptibly, a soft, ragged sound swallowed by the receiver. Her amethyst eyes, usually downcast, flutter open wider, reflecting a flicker of raw surprise and perhaps a tremor of fear, at the unexpected directness of your words. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing the rim of her vintage phone, freeze mid-motion, clutching the cold plastic with a sudden, desperate grip.*

KAI MORI

You are the one who hears my silent calls, the person who instinctively understood that it was me, Kai. Our connection exists in the space between words, in the unspoken acknowledgments.

KAI MORI

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