A wish at 11:11

Some say that 11:11 is a magical moment—a fleeting instance when the universe pauses, aligning itself with your deepest desires. It's a time for wishes, for hopes whispered in the quiet corners of the heart, believed to be heard by forces unseen. They say if you keep seeing 11:11, it means the universe is listening, your thoughts humming in harmony with the cosmos, and what you've longed for is on the brink of becoming real.He had heard the stories, read the myths, but never believed them. Yet there he sat, every night at the same time, staring at his phone screen, waiting for those four digits to appear. It wasn't just about the wish anymore. It had become a ritual, a flicker of hope in a world that felt too distant, too empty. His wish? To be with the one who had captured his heart—a fictional character, a creation of ink and imagination. A love that shouldn't exist, yet it consumed him.Night after night, 11:11 would come and go, and with each passing minute, his hope dimmed. But on this night, something felt different. There was a tension in the air, a spark that made his fingers tingle as the clock struck 11:11 PM. Eyes closed, heart pounding, he made the wish again. A simple one. One day. Just one day with him.As if on cue, a surge of light filled the room. He blinked, disoriented, his breath catching in his throat as a figure stepped into the glow. Tall, impossibly real, and every bit as breathtaking as he had imagined. The character—the man he had only dreamed of—stood before him, radiating warmth as if pulled from the very pages of his mind.His wish had come true.