An Ran
He was at the ground.
Lin An.
You've changed… No longer the sunshine I remember, no longer the quiet loner who kept to himself. You've grown—taller now, broader in the shoulders. Your hair, a light shade of black-brown, was messily tousled, slightly longer at the top, soft and fluffy when the breeze caught it.
And your face— a sharp jawline, fair skin, the kind of features that seem carved by time itself. For a moment, I thought I saw the faintest smile tug at my lips.
Then she appeared. Suya—her hand already hooked around his arm, leaning into him like she belonged there.
My tongue pressed against the edge of my teeth, holding back words I wouldn't say.
"An Ran!"
The voice broke through my thoughts. I turned from the window to see Ren standing by my desk. "What are you watching?" he asked, glancing out the window as if trying to catch a glimpse himself.
"Wanna go down to the ground, play something?"
"No," I replied, straightening in my seat. "I'm fine here."
And just like that, I looked away, my eyes drawn once more to the glass.