Some memories don't fade. They wait quietly… until one page brings them back.
Henna slowly began to read.
With every word written on the diary page, her heartbeat grew louder.
She had never imagined that simply seeing someone once could make her feel so strangely excited… so restless… so alive.
As her eyes moved across the faded ink, the memory returned.
It was her first day at her new co-educational school.
Excitement and fear mixed together inside her chest. She wore her uniform neatly, braided her hair carefully, and rode her favourite bicycle all the way to school, trying to calm the nervous flutter in her stomach.
After entering the classroom, she quietly chose the first bench — right in the middle — the safest place for a serious and disciplined student like her.
Her friends sat on the back benches, already laughing and talking loudly. One class passed normally.
Then it happened.
From somewhere behind her, an unfamiliar voice reached her ears.
At first, she ignored it and continued listening to her friend.
But the voice came again — warm, calm, and strangely clear — slipping through the classroom noise and landing directly in her heart.
For some reason she could not explain… she felt forced to turn.
Slowly… hesitantly… she looked back.
And in that single moment—
Henna froze.
The girl who was known as the most calm, the most distant, the one nobody believed could ever be distracted by any boy…
Lost herself.
Her thoughts scattered.
Her breath paused.
Her heart forgot how to stay quiet.
She did not even understand what had just happened to her.
Almost immediately, she turned her face forward again, pretending nothing had happened, forcing herself to listen to her friend's words.
It's nothing, she told herself.
Just a classmate.
She tried to push the thought away.
But a strange feeling rose silently inside her mind…
A whisper she could not ignore.
Had she seen this boy before?
Why did this feeling seem… familiar?
Henna swallowed slowly, her fingers tightening around her notebook.
And without knowing it…
the first page of her story with him had already begun.