The sky was heavy that evening. Clouds gathered like secrets unspoken, and the air smelled of an incoming storm.
Inside the school corridor, there was a strange silence, broken only by the soft patter of distant thunder.
I stood near the old classroom window, hands tight around my notebook.
My heart thudded like it wanted to escape. I had written something—no, I had poured something out.
Not homework. Not poetry. But the truth. A confession.
She walked in, late as always, with a smile that tried to hide her tiredness. But I noticed. I always noticed.
I turned around and said, "Hey… can we talk? Just for a minute."
She paused. Her bag slid slightly from her shoulder, and her expression changed—curious, cautious, maybe both.
"Sure," she said, standing beside me, looking out the same window I was moments before.
"You look serious."
I handed her the notebook. "Just read the last page. That's all."
She looked at me once, her eyes scanning my face for clues, and then opened it. Her fingers brushed the paper, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.
She start reading . My heart as frozen a second.
The words were simple:
"From the first day I met you, something changed in me. You were chaos and calm. I don't know what this is, but I know it's real. If you ever feel the same, even a little… just let me know before the last bell rings this year."
She read it again.
The silence between us now wasn't awkward. It was full. Heavy with meaning. The kind that needed no explanation.
"I… don't know what to say," she whispered.
"You don't have to say anything," I said. "Just... be honest."
She closed the notebook and held it close to her chest. "I felt it too. I was just scared. Still am."
The first raindrop hit the glass.
We didn't move.
And then she smiled—not the usual one. A soft, honest smile. One that made everything worth it.
"I'll walk with you in the rain," she said.
And we did.
When the Rain as slow down .
The rain didn't last long. By the time we reached the school gate, it had turned into a drizzle, soft as breath. Puddles reflected the fading gray sky, and the air smelled like new beginnings.
She walked beside me—quiet, thoughtful, close. I didn't try to speak. I was afraid a single word would break the moment.
Finally, she said, "Do you remember our first conversation?"
I smiled. "You asked me if I believed in fate."
"And you said... 'Maybe.'" She looked up at me, eyes glowing despite the cloudy sky. "Do you still think it's just 'maybe'?"
I shook my head. "No. Now I think... it brought us here."
We reached the corner of the road—the place we usually said goodbye. But neither of us moved.
She took a step forward and turned to face me. "I used to watch you, you know. From the classroom. When you'd look out the window like the world was too loud."
I was stunned. "You... noticed?"
"I always noticed. Just like you did."
I took a breath. The feeling in my chest was no longer fear—it was something brighter, deeper. Like peace after a long storm.
"Then why didn't you say anything back then?" I asked gently.
She looked down, a shy laugh escaping. "Because I thought you deserved someone more confident.
Someone who wasn't always hiding behind her books and scared thoughts."
"I didn't want perfect," I said. "I just wanted you."
She looked up. Her hair was wet, her cheeks flushed, and for the first time, her walls were down.
"Then I'm here," she said. "No more hiding."
I reached out and held her hand. It was warm.
No need for grand words. No need to rush. We just stood there.
The rain had stopped.
And for the first time, everything felt still .
The last school bell rang—not loud, not jarring—just enough to make you pause. A soft echo through the corridor. Familiar. Final.
We walked out together this time. No looking back.
No waiting for another chance or wondering what could've been. This was the moment.
The courtyard wasn't crowded anymore. Students had left in groups, laughing, running, forgetting the weight that hung so quietly over the year.
But we? We stayed back, a little longer. Maybe because we had something worth remembering.
She turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, what happens now?"
I thought for a second. "Life happens. College. New people. But…"
"But we hold this," she said, finishing the thought.
I nodded. "This memory, this feeling—it's ours. And no one else will ever understand it the way we do."
She smiled. "It's strange. I thought this story would be full of heartbreak."
I smiled back. "Maybe it was. But not the kind that breaks you apart. The kind that makes you grow."
The sun finally broke through the clouds. Light danced on the wet pavement, and for a moment, it looked like everything was glowing—soft gold against gray.
She stepped closer. "Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Even if we go far from each other… don't forget this."
I gently touched her wrist, the same way I had long ago, in silence, when words failed us. "I'll carry it with me. Forever."
She looked away to hide her tears, then back at me with one last look.
"I'm glad it was you," she said.
Then she turned, walked down the path, and didn't look back.
But I didn't feel sad.
Because some stories don't need a forever to be unforgettable.
Some endings… are just the beginning of who we become.
——The End ——
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