(I made this story based on my true story, we didn't end up with a happy ending, but in here everything went according to my wishes with him. ^^)

He used to think he’d forgotten her. The girl who sat two desks away, who always rolled her eyes at his teasing but still laughed in the end. She was stubborn, brilliant, and a little too honest — and somehow, she became the only part of his days that felt real.

They were young, too young to understand what their bond meant. But it was there — in every late-night message, every shared game, every quiet heartbeat hiding between words like “good night” and “see you tomorrow.”

Then came the silence. A fight he never fixed, jealousy he never admitted, and a goodbye she never said. She moved away, and all he had left were memories — her laughter echoing through old chats he couldn’t bring himself to delete.

Years passed. He grew up. Different city, different name, different life. Until one winter morning in New York, fate turned around.

He saw her again — across the hall universitty, holding a cup of coffee, hair swept by the wind, her cheeks and nose were reddish just by looking at it he could remember how the cold air was an enemy she couldn't fight.

For a heartbeat, time folded, and the world went still, a feeling that had been lost seemed to wake him up as his heart beat fast for somehow it felt painful and relieved.