The sky stretched wide above me, painted in strokes of orange and violet.
The old tree on the hill whispered in the wind, its leaves fluttering like faint memories.
I stood there, alone but not lonely, feeling the weight of everything we’d shared — and everything we hadn’t yet said.
In my hand, my phone glowed quietly.
Our messages — simple words, late-night conversations, laughter between sighs — were still there.
Proof that even though distance had gently pulled us apart, our bond remained untouched.
I smiled a little.
I could almost hear her voice on the breeze.
“Take care of yourself, dummy.”
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you again.”
I closed my eyes and let the wind carry my unspoken promise:
That someday, somehow, under the same endless sky, our paths would cross again.
And maybe then — no matter how many seasons have passed —
We would pick up exactly where we left off, as if no time had ever passed at all.
Until that day, I will walk forward, carrying this quiet, unbreakable connection in my heart.
Under the same sky,
waiting.
hoping.
believing.
—– End Of Season 1
