Monk29:
You want presence, not pressure.
SilverDust:
You get it.
It’s like… I want to explore the edge without falling.
Monk29:
So what stops you from going further?
SilverDust:
Reality.
And consequences.
Monk29:
What if this space wasn’t real?
What if here… we could say anything, without it bleeding out?
SilverDust:
Then I’d probably admit more.
Monk29:
Try me.
There was a minute of silence.
Then Medha typed, slower this time:
SilverDust:
Sometimes, the person I imagine in the room… isn’t a stranger. He’s someone I know. Someone I trust.
Which makes it worse. Which makes it better.
Monk29:
You like the contradiction.
SilverDust:
I live inside it.
Ankit stared at the last line.
His fingers hovered above the keys. Then slowly, he typed:
Monk29:
You scare me sometimes.
SilverDust:
Why?
Monk29:
Because you say things I’ve locked away for years.
Undone – Part 22: The Moment That Shouldn’t Stay
[Chatroom – Day 33 | 1:11 AM]
Monk29:
I’ve been holding something in.
Something I probably shouldn’t say. But it won’t go away.
SilverDust:
I want the version of you that doesn’t censor.
Monk29:
It was a long time ago. Before all this.
You were at home for a break, during undergrad I think.
SilverDust:
Okay…
Monk29:
You were getting ready for a friend’s party.
I had left my headphones in my room, and walked in without knocking.
SilverDust:
Oh my god… wait.
Monk29:
Yeah. You were in my room. Lights on.
Back facing me. Half-dressed. You had your earphones in, singing softly.
You didn’t see me. I froze. For maybe two seconds.
Then I left.
SilverDust:
I don’t remember this.
Monk29:
You weren’t supposed to.
And I buried it like a crime. But those two seconds… have replayed more than they should.
The screen stayed still. No typing from her. He began to think she had closed the tab.
Then finally:
SilverDust:
What did you feel?
Monk29:
Shame. Heat. Fear.
But also… something like awe.
Like I had seen a moment no one was supposed to. Not even you.
SilverDust:
I should be angry.
Monk29:
I wouldn’t blame you.
SilverDust:
But I’m not.
I’m… shaking.
A notification buzzed.
🎤 Voice Note — from SilverDust (0:07)
He plugged in his earphones and pressed play.
It was just breathing.
Not heavy. Not forced. Just the sound of her — exhaling slowly, mouth close to the mic. A gentle pause. Then another. Intimate in its simplicity. Not performative.
It felt like a heartbeat he wasn’t allowed to hear.
Monk29:
You’re going to ruin me.
No reply.
Then another notification.
📷 Image — from SilverDust
He hesitated before opening it.
It wasn’t a nude. Not exactly.
It was a mirror selfie. Medha, wrapped in a loose oversized shirt, bare thigh peeking from below the hem. The shirt hung just off one shoulder. Her lips were parted slightly, but her eyes — hidden behind her phone.
There was nothing overtly sexual.
And yet, he’d never felt more undone.
SilverDust:
I kept the door unlocked.
You stepped in.
Now I’m just wondering if you’ll shut it again.
Undone – Part 23: A Story I Never Told
[Chatroom – Day 35 | 12:38 AM]
SilverDust:
I couldn’t sleep.
Monk29:
Still shaken?
SilverDust:
Shaken. Stirred. Warm in places I shouldn’t be.
So I wrote something.