The Tale of the Fool
Chapter 11: The First Time You Notice
It was an evening.
Around 7… or maybe 8.
The kind of evening that feels ordinary when it begins.
A friend had invited him for dinner.
There was a festival, people coming and going,
chairs and tables set outside,
voices blending into the night.
Nothing felt special.
Until he saw her.
For the first time.
She was just there.
Standing. Existing.
And somehow, that was enough.
He didn’t think much of it.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
But somewhere, quietly,
he wished to see her again.
Just once more.
Some people don’t enter your life loudly,
they arrive like a thought,
and before you notice,
they stay longer than they should.
And maybe,
that was the moment it started.
Chapter 12: The Second Look
He went inside with his friend.
They sat down and started eating.
Everything was normal.
But his mind was not.
And then she walked in.
Just to take something.
Nothing more.
But it was enough.
The second time.
The first time feels like nothing,
the second time feels like something,
and before the third,
you already know it matters.
And maybe,
this is when it began to stay.
Chapter 13: The Third Time
After everything, he left.
The houses were close to each other.
She was in one.
He was in another.
And just before leaving,
he saw her again.
The third time.
And sometimes, that is all it takes.
Not time.
Not logic.
Just a few moments that stay longer than they should.
That night, without understanding why,
he had already fallen.
It doesn’t take forever to feel something,
sometimes,
it only takes a moment that refuses to leave you.
And maybe,
this is where it became real.
Chapter 14: The Night That Didn’t End
He went home.
Sat down.
And then it began.
The thoughts.
Not slowly.
Not gently.
They rushed.
Her face.
Her presence.
Those few seconds repeating again and again.
No matter what he did,
his mind kept returning to her.
You try to distract yourself,
but some thoughts don’t listen,
they come back,
again and again,
until you stop resisting.
And maybe,
this is when he lost control.
Chapter 15: The Search
He didn’t wait.
Somewhere between curiosity and something deeper,
he started searching.
Trying to find her.
A name.
A clue.
Anything.
And eventually, he found her.
Her profile.
And suddenly, something so simple
felt heavy.
He sent the request.
She accepted.
Followed back.
Just like that.
A small connection.
It starts with something small,
a click,
a follow,
a moment that seems nothing,
but becomes everything later.
And maybe,
this is where hope began.
Chapter 16: The First Words
There was no perfect start.
No special line.
Just a note.
Text me.
Something casual.
Something that didn’t mean much.
Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to.
And she replied.
She asked if it was for his lover.
And for a second,
he didn’t know what to say.
Because sometimes,
a simple question
touches something deeper than expected.
He answered no.
Said he just wanted to see who would text.
Nothing serious.
Nothing deep.
Just words.
But even then,
something had already begun.
Some stories don’t start with love,
they start with a conversation,
and before you realize,
you’re already part of it.
And maybe,
this is where everything truly began.