She’s my classmate. A few months ago, she broke up with her childhood friend—her so-called “true love.” All that talk about soulmates and the handmade wedding ring always sounded a bit over the top to me, but I never said anything. As long as she was happy, that was enough for me. In the end, they still broke up. A childhood promise to love each other forever and get married? How naive.

Since the day they parted ways, I’ve only watched her quietly from afar—silently crying whenever she was alone, often mumbling to herself. The once cheerful girl had become someone entirely different. It’s been six months now. She seems like she’s starting to move on… but not quite. Her eyes have changed. She hasn’t truly let go—still lost in daydreams about the past.

There wasn’t much going on in class today. I sat beside her—we always sit in pairs, and I just happened to be partnered with her. She leaned her head against the window, eyes distant, whispering to herself absentmindedly

“The sky’s so beautiful today…”