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On a Sharjah rooftop at dawn, Soly leans on a low wall, smiling toward a peach sunrise. Warm early light bathes the concrete and his relaxed, hopeful face.
On a Sharjah rooftop, Soly smiled at the peach sunrise. In Alexandria, Koky adjusted her hijab and waved at the same sky. "Salaam, morning," he whispered. "Morning," she breathed. Two cities listened.
In a dimly lit room, Soly smiles at his glowing phone, typing a message.
Soly typed, "Hello, Koky!" His phone glowed like a tiny moon. Koky replied, "Hi, kind friend." They traded stickers and giggles. Between taps, their hearts whispered, "We can be brave and gentle."
At sunrise on the same Sharjah rooftop, Soly laughs aloud while reading Koky’s joke, desert light turning his phone golden. A steaming mug balances on the parapet beside him.
Every dawn, Soly texted, "Good morning from Sharjah!" Koky answered, "Good morning from Alexandria!" Desert light met sea breeze in their words. They swapped silly jokes. Laughter hopped oceans like a bright kite.
In her Alexandria bedroom, moonlight spills through the window as Koky, seated on a patterned rug, smiles at her phone imagining the Corniche waves. A travel postcard lies beside a glowing lantern.
One evening, Soly wrote, "I dream of the Corniche." Koky smiled, "Me too, the sea sings there." They imagined walking beside waves. They planned stories to share. The moon tucked promises into pockets.
Afternoon sunlight fills Koky’s tidy wardrobe room; she twirls before a mirror holding a soft pastel scarf, cheeks bright with anticipation. On the dresser, Soly’s flight confirmation glows on her unlocked phone.
Soly booked tickets with trembling excitement. "Soon," he texted. Koky chose a soft pastel scarf and twirled. "Soon," she echoed. Two butterflies fluttered inside them, practicing the dance of meeting.
Outside Alexandria airport beneath lavender twilight clouds, Koky stands by the arrival gate waving, hijab fluttering in sea breeze. A smiling Soly hurries toward her rolling a small suitcase while distant gulls loop overhead.
The plane touched down; Soly’s smile grew wide. He hurried toward the sea breeze. Koky waved beneath lavender clouds. "Soly!" she called. They laughed, stepping closer, as gulls scribbled silver loops above.
Along the Corniche promenade at sunset, Soly and Koky walk side by side, matching footsteps on glowing pavement. Amber light reflects off calm tea-colored sea and their softly smiling faces.
At the Corniche, the sea glowed like warm tea. "It feels like we’ve known forever," Soly said. "Forever," Koky agreed, eyes shining. They walked, footsteps matching. Waves clapped softly for their courage.
Mid-morning on a seaside park’s blue bench, Soly leans forward confessing shyly while Koky listens, hands folded, reassuring eyes sparkling. Gentle sunlight, drifting gull feathers, and a half-finished ice-cream cup rest between them.
They shared secrets on a blue bench. "I’m kind, but sometimes shy," Soly admitted. "I’m brave, yet worry too," Koky confessed. They nodded, smiling. Honest words braided a strong, gentle bridge.
Beside the harbor rail at night, Soly and Koky stand close under newly lit streetlamps, watching golden reflections ripple across dark water. Their joined hands cradle the moment like a fragile treasure.
Streetlights blinked awake like friendly stars. "I return to Sharjah tomorrow," Soly whispered. Koky breathed deep. "Then tonight, we make a golden memory." They watched reflections ripple, holding the moment carefully.
At dawn on a Sharjah rooftop, Soly photographs the sunrise with his phone, skyscrapers hazy behind him.
Morning came; hugs became waves. Soly flew home, heart steady as dunes. On his rooftop, he sent, "Sunrise for you." From Alexandria, Koky replied, "Sea sparkles for you." The distance softened.
Late afternoon in an Alexandria café, Koky sips mint tea while reading Soly’s tiny poem on her phone, smile gentle. Sunbeams streak through patterned windows, lighting notebooks and a blooming rose emoji sticker.
Days bloomed like gentle roses. "Good morning," they chimed, sharing tiny poems and photos. Plans grew again, watered by patience. They practiced kindness, even on quiet days. Love learned to breathe across maps.
At sunset, Sharjah and Alexandria glowed the same peach. "Wherever we are, we tell the truth," Soly texted. "Always," Koky replied. Two hearts listened to one sky. "To my lovely Koky — from your Soly ❤️"