Frequencies of Us - Final Part
Aarav didn’t sleep that night.
He couldn’t. Not after what he saw. Or what he thought he saw.
He spent hours decoding Meera’s note. He scribbled possibilities, ran simulations, even replayed the station’s security footage. Nothing showed up. Not the glitch. Not the shimmer. Not her.
But the note was real. The handwriting was hers.
He had one clue left. A theory he never tested. Something she once laughed at but wrote about anyway. Frequency overlap between dimensions. If reality could echo, it had to echo in patterns.
And patterns had rules.
Platform 3. 11:11 PM.
He went back the next night.
Same place. Same time.
He waited.
Nothing.
Then again.
And again.
Eleven nights in a row.
On the twelfth, he almost didn’t go.
But something inside him pulled him there.
This time, he arrived earlier. 10:43 PM.
As he sat on the cold bench with a paper cup of chai, he noticed something strange. A kid sitting two benches down, wearing a badge with a symbol Aarav had drawn years ago in a journal he had lost.
He looked closer. The badge disappeared.
The lights flickered.
His cup vibrated slightly on the metal bench.
11:09 PM.
The hum returned.
Not a sound, but a presence.
This time, Aarav stood his ground.
At 11:11 PM, the shimmer didn’t appear above the tracks.
It appeared next to him.
This time, it wasn’t Meera.
It was him.
Older. Tired. Wearing the same coat but with more weight in his eyes.
He didn’t speak. He just placed a device into Aarav’s hand. It looked like a compass but spun wildly with no direction.
The older Aarav leaned in and whispered just one thing.
You have to stop looking for her.
Then he vanished.
The digital clock blinked.
11:12 PM.
Aarav looked down at the device. The compass had stopped spinning. It now pointed toward the far end of the platform, near the tunnel.
He walked toward it slowly.
When he reached the edge, something strange happened.
His footsteps echoed louder than they should have. Each step felt like it belonged to someone else. Time seemed to slow.
And as he reached the tunnel entrance, his notebook opened on its own.
Inside, a new line appeared in Meera’s handwriting.
This is where you started
This is where you end
Find the loop
He turned around.
The platform was empty.
Except for a boy sitting on the bench.
Scribbling into a notebook.
Drinking tea.
Looking up toward the clock.
11:11 PM.
Aarav stared at him, frozen.
Because the boy looked exactly like him.
One year younger.
Looking for someone.
And in that moment, Aarav realized he wasn’t chasing Meera anymore.
He was chasing himself.
And the frequencies?
They were never hers.
They were his all along.
***The End***
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