Echoes in the rain ( short story by me )

In a city drowning in rain and flickering neon, Victor wandered around with his headphones glued to his ears, listening to a singer nobody seemed to remember. Her music floated somewhere between a dream and a nightmare, like invisible raindrops brushing against lonely hearts.

At school, he was invisible, a ghost slipping through cruel laughs and heavy silences. One day, he bumped into Hana, a girl with eyes like a stormy sky, sketching worlds no one else could see. She barely spoke, but her drawings screamed secrets only lost souls could hear.

They connected through silence, through the melodies the world wanted to ignore. Every note they shared carried them away from the pain, to a place where time stretched and cruelty didn’t exist. But the real world, cold and ruthless, always caught up with them.

One evening, under a storm that seemed to wash the city clean, Victor reached out his hand to Hana. She took it, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. In that quiet grip, they existed only for each other, watching a sky that knew no hate, no loneliness.

Morning came eventually, bringing the city, the voices, the wounds. But something fragile and bright lingered between them, an echo of music and drawings, a promise that even in pain, there were invisible refuges where lost souls could breathe.