When Hearts Whispers – Episodes
The wind in Nyamugari was different today. It wasn’t quiet or slow like before. It was playful, like a child running through the trees. Or like a butterfly, soft, quick, full of life. The air was cooler, but not cold. It felt fresh, like something new was about to begin.
Kevin
stood at the window of his small room. His eyes followed the light as it danced
across the walls. He felt something warm inside, something that started
yesterday when he gave Aline his letter. That moment had changed something in
him. Aline had read his words with care. She had smiled. And she had said the
words he kept hearing in his mind:
“No one has ever written something
like this to me.”
“I love it.”
“I’m going to keep this forever.”
Those
words lived inside Kevin now. They gave him courage.
On
the table beside his bed was another letter. His second. He had written it
carefully the night before. His heart had spoken through his pen again. The
words were simple but true. He hoped Aline would understand.
Kevin folded the letter, placed it in the pocket of his blue shirt, and took a deep breath. Then he stepped outside.
As
Kevin walked through the village, he noticed things more clearly than before.
The color of the flowers on the side of the road. The shape of the clouds above
the hills. The sound of birds talking to each other in the trees. Even the
stones under his feet felt different.
His
fingers touched the letter in his pocket again and again.
“I
hope she’s there,” he whispered to himself. “I hope she smiles again.”
Every step he took toward the lake felt like a step toward something bigger.
When
Kevin reached the big tree, his heart jumped.
Aline
was there.
But
today, she was not sitting like usual. She was standing, looking at the lake. In
her hands, she held something; a paper, folded in half, just like a letter. Her
hair moved gently in the breeze. Her bare feet touched the grass like a
butterfly on a flower.
When
she turned and saw Kevin, she smiled brightly. “Good morning.”
“Good
morning,” Kevin said, smiling back. “You came early again.”
“I
had a reason.”
She
walked closer to him, holding out the folded paper.
“Before
you give me anything,” she said, “I want to give you this.”
Kevin
took the paper gently and opened it.
It
was a drawing.
A
beautiful drawing.
It
was him; Kevin sitting under the tree, holding the letter he had given her
yesterday. His eyes were soft. His hand was open. And behind him, the lake and
the hills looked just like the real place.
Kevin
looked at the drawing, then at Aline.
“You
drew this?”
She
nodded shyly. “I wanted to remember that moment. It was special.”
Kevin’s
eyes were full of light. “You made me into art.”
Aline smiled. “You made me feel like one.”
Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out his second letter.
“Then
here’s part two,” he said softly, handing it to her.
Aline
took it, opened it slowly, and read:
Dear
Aline,
Yesterday,
I gave you a letter. Today, you gave me a picture.
You
see me, and I see you. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but today, I’m
grateful for you. I hope we keep building this, whatever this is,
together.
Your friend who feels more than
words,
Kevin
Aline
held the letter close to her chest.
She
didn’t speak at first. Her eyes looked at the lake, then at Kevin.
“This
means everything to me,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
They sat under the tree again, this time even closer. The leaves above them moved like soft music. The lake was quiet, holding their reflections like a secret.
Aline
opened her sketchbook again and started drawing.
“What
are you drawing now?” Kevin asked gently.
“A
butterfly,” she said with a small laugh. “I feel like one today.”
Kevin
smiled. “Why?”
“Because
I feel light. Free. Happy.”
Kevin
nodded. “I feel that too.”
They
talked more that morning, but in a different way. Not just words. Feelings.
Smiles. Laughter.
They
shared stories from their childhoods. Kevin told her how he once got stuck in a
mango tree trying to get fruit for his little sister.
Aline
laughed. “That’s brave.”
“I
was hungry too,” Kevin joked.
Aline
shared how she once painted her school shoes with blue ink because she didn’t
like the color. “My teacher wasn’t happy,” she said, “but I was proud.”
They
both laughed, and the sound of it made the air feel warmer.
As the sun moved higher, they knew it was time to leave.
But
neither of them wanted to.
“Can
I write you another letter?” Kevin asked, standing up slowly.
Aline
looked at him with kind eyes. “Yes. And maybe next time, I’ll draw something
even better for you.”
Kevin
smiled. “I’ll look forward to it.”
They
began walking back together, side by side. Not too fast. Not too slow.
The world around them didn’t change. But something inside them had.
As
they reached the edge of the village, Kevin looked at Aline one more time
before they said goodbye.
Love
had started as a small whisper.
A
smile. A letter. A drawing.
Now,
it was becoming a voice.
Gentle.
Honest. True.
Under
the tree by the lake in Nyamugari, a boy and a girl had started building
something beautiful. Not with big promises or fast steps but with quiet words,
shy smiles, and the courage to be seen and known.
And
somewhere, a butterfly flew across the sky, carried by the wind.
End of Episode 4!
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