The transfer was sudden. New uniforms, new hallways, unfamiliar faces and echoes of voices I hadn’t yet placed names to. Everything felt foreign, like walking into a story mid-chapter… except for one thing—her.
I didn’t know she was part of this school. But the moment I saw her, patrolling the hallway in her council blazer, something in me eased. Like the universe had secretly handed me a thread of comfort in a sea of unknowns.
There she was—calm, composed, her presence somehow more mature than before. She wasn’t just the girl from our late-night gaming sessions anymore. She was a leader now. Respected. Always in motion, always alert, always… just out of reach.
I watched from afar at first. Quietly. I didn’t want to interrupt her duties or throw her off her rhythm. She walked the corridors with quiet grace, greeting teachers, checking classrooms, sometimes gently reminding students to get to class.
And me? I was just another student now—one among many.
But I waited.
I waited for those small windows of time, those seconds when her route would bring her near. I learned her schedule without trying. I knew when she’d pass by the library, when she’d stop at the courtyard, how she’d sometimes linger near the lockers, her eyes scanning the space like a guardian of our little world.
And every time she passed… I wondered if she noticed me too.
There were times I almost waved. Times I caught her eyes for just a moment before she turned away, too focused, too fast. Yet even in the distance, I felt something quietly beautiful. A silent bond only I seemed to carry in that moment.
I still remembered our chats, our laughs, our shared games. But this… this was different.
This was reality now.
Not a screen between us. Not a game lobby. But the real world—with all its weight and wonder.
And in this world… I was just a boy with a quiet heart, admiring a girl who shone brighter than the stars in my sky.
I told myself: Soon.
Soon, I’ll say hi.
Soon, we’ll laugh again.
Soon, the wind that brought us here will carry my voice to hers once more.
But until then—I watched. I waited. I hoped.
Because sometimes, even standing in silence near the one who means so much… feels like a precious moment.
