A phone that doesn’t belong to him. A call every morning at 5:50 AM. And a voice that never asks for help — just to be heard. He never gives his name. But somehow, he becomes the one they speak to. Some stories aren’t meant to end. But carried. Even silence can be a kind of reply.

Not everyone who stays says much. Not everyone who speaks gets heard. But sometimes, the ones who say the least… are the ones who understand the most. And even change you. Like It Was Meant To Be. From quiet mornings to quiet hearts, From small things to the ones that shapes us, Mio and Aka...