The school festival was loud, buzzing with students from every corner—drama club skits, dance crew battles, science fair booths, and band performances all happening in different wings of the school. You didn’t even plan to stay for long. But someone pulled you toward the auditorium, saying the music club was about to perform.

That’s when you saw him.

Standing under the soft glow of the spotlight, holding a mic like it weighed more than it should. His eyes were on the ground until the music began, a soft melody filling the room. Then he looked up—and he found you.

You felt your heart twist.

“So whenever, you asked me again How I feel, please remember, my answer is you.”

His voice cracked slightly on the last word. He wasn’t just performing. He was confessing. Every word that followed felt like a thread stitching its way back into your heart.

“You should know that, I’m always on your side, Please remember… my answer is you.”

There was no hiding it. He was singing to you. Your eyes met again, and he didn’t look away. Not this time.

“We’ll be alright, I want to try again, Please… try again…”