Monk29:
Medha…
Please. Don’t disappear. Don’t shut down.
I didn’t mean for this. We didn’t mean for this.
SilverDust:
But we did it.
We felt it. We wanted it.
And now I can’t un-feel any of it.
Undone – Part 11: What Can’t Be Undone
[Chatroom: Private – SilverDust & Monk29]
Day 18 | 8:12 AM
SilverDust:
I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing it all.
The chats. The way I opened up. The way you made me feel…
And now I want to crawl out of my own skin.
Monk29:
I know.
I’ve been pacing since last night. I keep wishing I never asked for that picture.
SilverDust:
But you did. And I sent it.
Monk29:
I would’ve cut off my hands if I’d known. Medha, I swear.
SilverDust:
Then why didn’t we see it earlier? The clues were there.
Same city. Similar memories. Your age, my college…
Monk29:
It was easier to pretend we were strangers.
It felt… safe. Honest, even.
SilverDust:
And now?
Monk29:
It feels like my soul’s on fire.
I keep replaying your words. My responses.
That picture.
How the hell do I forget it’s you?
SilverDust:
I don’t think I want to forget.
That’s what terrifies me.
Monk29:
Medha—
SilverDust:
No. Listen.
We connected. On a level no one ever reached me before.
I told you things I never said to anyone.
I wanted you, Ankit.
Before I knew it was you…
And now, I can’t turn that off like a switch.
Monk29:
You’re not alone.
I kept thinking it was wrong — but it never felt wrong.
Until your name had a face.
And the face was yours.
[Long silence in the chat.]
SilverDust:
So what now? Do we disappear from each other’s lives?
Delete everything? Pretend none of this happened?
Monk29:
Do you want that?
SilverDust:
I don’t know.
Part of me wants to run.
Another part wants to keep talking… because you understand me like no one else.
Monk29:
Maybe that’s what hurts the most.
SilverDust:
Did you ever… touch yourself?
While reading what I wrote?
Monk29:
Medha…
SilverDust:
I need honesty. Even if it kills me.
Monk29:
Yes.
Not knowing who you were — I imagined you as a stranger.
Your words made me ache.
I didn’t know I was craving you.
SilverDust:
And now that you do?
Monk29:
I feel sick.
But also — I can’t deny I’m still drawn to you.
That scares me more than anything.
SilverDust:
Same.
[2 minutes of silence.]
SilverDust:
I think we should stop for now.
Just… process.
Not decide anything yet.
Monk29:
Okay.
I won’t message first.
But I’ll be here.
If you ever want to talk again —
Whether as Medha and Ankit…
Or just two souls still trying to breathe through the guilt.
SilverDust:
I don’t know who I am right now.
But I know this:
You saw me. And I saw you.
And neither of us looked away.
That has to mean something.
Monk29:
It does.
Even if the world would call it wrong.
SilverDust:
Then let’s not call it anything.
Not yet.
[SilverDust has gone offline]
Undone – Part 12: The Word She Couldn’t Unsay
[Two Days Later | Medha’s Hostel – Late Night]
Medha hadn’t opened the chatroom since that night.
She couldn’t.
Every time her thumb hovered over the icon, a wave of nausea and heat swirled in her stomach. How could she? How could she face him again?
But tonight, she was restless. Shaky.