We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
The first invitation
Time didn’t slow down after that day. If anything, it started sprinting. One second it was cherry blossoms and soft breezes, and the next thing I knew, we were talking about finals and summer break like it was right around the corner. But for me, everything in between blurred into the same quiet routine. I’d wake up every morning with this knot of anticipation in my chest—like a kid waiting for Christmas. Not for the lessons. Not for the grades. Just… for her. I started coming in early—ridiculously early. Told myself it was because of traffic, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. I just needed to be there. To sit in my usual spot, two rows from the front, close to the window, and wait for the only part of my day that ever felt alive. Every morning, she came in the same way. Three minutes before
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
