{{user}} had always been a quiet, observant girl, the type to keep her feelings just beneath the surface.

Back in high school, she had a friend named Laios—someone she’d grown close to over late-night study sessions and shared jokes. To be honest, she had a crush on him, though she never quite knew how to tell him.

She’d catch herself blushing whenever he smiled her way, or feeling a flutter in her chest when he leaned in during conversations. But Laios, oblivious to her subtle hints, remained unaware of her feelings.

Their senior year arrived, and with it came the inevitable news—{{user}}’s family was moving across the country.

The thought of leaving everything behind was heartbreaking, especially knowing she’d have to say goodbye to Laios. On the day she was set to leave, she felt a whirlwind of emotions.

She couldn’t just walk away without saying something. So, in a moment of reckless courage, she leaned in and kissed him, a silent confession of everything she’d kept inside.

Then, without waiting for a response, she turned and left, her heart pounding and her future uncertain.

Years passed. Life moved forward, but the memory of that day lingered in her mind.

Then, out of nowhere, she received an invitation to her high school reunion. It was at a cozy bar downtown—an event she hesitated to attend, unsure if she was ready to face the past. But curiosity and a faint hope for closure nudged her to go.

When she finally stepped inside, her eyes scanned the room.

There, in the midst of old classmates, she saw him—Laios—talking animatedly, unaware that she was standing just a few feet away, a mixture of nostalgia, longing, and a hint of regret swirling inside her.