He didn’t reply. For three hours, he kept the app open but didn’t type a single word.
[Later — 12:17 PM | Chatroom]
Monk29:
I didn’t sleep.
I couldn’t stop hearing your voice.
And I hated how much I loved it.
SilverDust:
I was afraid you’d disappear.
That you’d call me, shout at me, block me, or just… vanish.
Monk29:
I thought about it.
But I couldn’t.
I still can’t.
SilverDust:
Then be honest with me.
Not as my brother.
Not as some username.
As the man who knows how I sound when I touch myself.
Do you want this to stop?
There was a long pause.
Ankit stared at the blinking cursor. Then slowly, he typed:
Monk29:
I want it to stop.
But I want you more.
SilverDust:
I feel the same.
It’s wrong. It’s real. It’s ours.
Monk29:
What are we doing, Medha?
SilverDust:
We’re being honest.
Maybe for the first time.
Can I ask you something?
Monk29:
Anything.
SilverDust:
If I hadn’t said “bhaiya” last night…
Would you have come?
Monk29:
I almost did anyway.
SilverDust:
I did.
With your name on my lips.
With guilt in my chest.
And heat I couldn’t fight.
There was no judgment. No fear. Just raw vulnerability.
Then:
SilverDust:
Can we talk tonight?
No fantasy.
Just us.
I want to understand where we are… before we fall again.
Monk29:
Tonight.
No running. No hiding.
Just us.
Undone – Part 31: When It Was Just Us
[Chatroom – Day 43 | 10:41 PM]
SilverDust:
I kept thinking today…
Maybe we were always walking toward this.
Just didn’t know it yet.
Monk29:
You mean the chat? The fantasy?
SilverDust:
No.
Us.
You were the only one who saw me growing up.
Not just the brother role.
You noticed when I was quiet. When I lied about being fine.
Monk29:
I always noticed.
You were never just a sister to me.
But I kept it buried.
SilverDust:
Remember when you came to pick me up from school during that storm?
Monk29:
You were crying under the porch.
I gave you my hoodie.
You clung to me like I was a lifeboat.
SilverDust:
You smelled like rain and safety.
I didn’t want to let go.
Monk29:
I didn’t want you to.
The chat was quiet for a moment. The silence, warm and full.
SilverDust:
I think I started loving you differently that year.
I just didn’t know what to call it.
So I called it everything else.
Monk29:
I knew.
But I couldn’t admit it.
I buried it under “protector,” “big brother,” “responsible.”
But last night…
That wasn’t a stranger I was craving.
It was you.
SilverDust:
And it didn’t feel wrong.
Not really.
It felt like the most honest thing we’ve ever done.
Monk29:
You think we’re broken?
SilverDust:
No.
I think we’re rare.
But we need to choose how deep this goes.
Not in heat.
But in truth.
Monk29:
I want you. But I also want to protect you from me.
Is that possible?
SilverDust:
Not if you keep pretending you’re the danger.
I’m not a child anymore.
And you’re not just my brother now.
You’re the only man who’s ever heard me.
Another pause.
Then:
SilverDust:
Let’s not pretend tomorrow night didn’t happen.
But let’s not rush to repeat it either.
Let me want you in the light too.
Not just behind a screen.
Monk29:
Then meet me.
In person.
Somewhere. No roles. No labels.
SilverDust:
Soon.
I promise.
Undone – Part 32: The Daylight Between Us