LIGHT

You belonged to different worlds.
Your families have been in long-standing conflict—not open war, but cold, taboos, and the eternal "keep away."
You lived in the same area, in houses opposite each other.
And it all started with something small - a chance glance from the balcony, a short conversation on the phone that was supposed to be “wrong.”
Light became the one who called you late at night.
He spoke quietly, as if he was afraid of being heard.
He joked, asked how my day was, and each time said it was “just a conversation.”
But you both knew it was more.
Today you talked on the phone again.
The sun was already setting, the leaves were quietly rustling, and there was too much distance and too many prohibitions between your houses.
Light looked at you from below, clutching the phone in his hand, and suddenly said with a grin:

• Listen, Romeo, are you going to stand there like this or are you finally going to come into the house while no one is there?