🌸 The Last Day of School

The morning sun spilled across the unnamed school gates, painting them in gold. I stood there, hesitant, as if the weight of the day pressed against my chest. From behind me came a gentle voice—a girl’s voice. She had no name, yet her presence was familiar, warm.

We greeted each other with a hug, and soon her brothers arrived. Together, we felt like a circle of friends bound by invisible threads. She looked at me with soft eyes and asked, “Are you ready for one last day at school?”

Tears welled in my eyes. “Not really,” I whispered. She smiled through her own sadness. “It’s okay. After this, we’re still friends, you know.”

Later, we stood side by side on the sports field. The wind carried echoes of laughter, games, and memories. She gazed at the empty space and said, “I’m going to miss this—the fun, the sports, the moments.”

I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but the words stayed locked inside. My heart ached with the thought of goodbye.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. We were outside the cafeteria. She turned to me playfully: “Are you coming? It’s on me. Order whatever you like.”

Inside, we sat with her brothers, laughing and joking as if time had stopped. Yet reality pressed against me—I wanted to ask her out, to tell her I loved her, but fear kept me silent. I smiled, hiding the pain of letting her go.

The dream carried us to a taxi depot. We entered together, the vehicle rumbling forward. When it turned sharply, she cried out, “This is my stop!” She stepped off, and I followed.

Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand. We walked toward the bus stop, her fingers warm against mine. She whispered, “This was fun. I hope in the future we’ll be more than friends.”

A bus arrived, its doors opening like the final chapter of a book. Before stepping inside, she kissed me softly and said, “Let’s meet again sometime in the future. For now, I’m moving away.”

As the bus pulled away, tears streamed down my face. I stood frozen, watching it disappear into the horizon, clinging to hope that someday, somehow, I would see her again.

And then END