The night felt different. Maybe it was the way the stars seemed to linger just a little longer outside my window.Or maybe it was how our conversation, usually filled with…

At school, our conversations were brief, like passing glances between two people who shared a secret no one else could see. A small smile in the hallway.A wave from across…

The day felt lighter when we made plans. It was simple — meet after class, in that little corner near the stairwell where the sun painted gold lines across the…

It’s strange, how the heart can build walls no one else sees. She was right there—sometimes just a few steps away. Her presence always steady, like the comforting hum of…

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…

The days passed quietly, but each one carried its own little spark. What began as occasional gaming sessions became something more regular—our unspoken ritual. After class, after long days, after…

The walls of the classroom could no longer contain what we had built. One day, in the middle of a casual chat after tuition, you brought it up with a…

As the weeks passed, the rhythm of our meetings settled into something familiar, something I looked forward to. The classroom, once just a place to pass time, began to feel…

The classroom was nothing special—grey walls, the hum of a ceiling fan that always seemed to spin a little too slowly, the sound of pencils on paper, and the occasional…