The wind was soft today, brushing through my hair like it remembered me.
I walked slowly along the edge of the school garden. It was quiet — most students were still in class. I just needed air. Space. Something that felt real.
That's when I heard the footsteps behind me.
I didn't need to turn around.
"Damien," I said softly.
He walked up beside me without saying anything.
We stood there in silence for a while. But it wasn't empty — it was heavy, like the space between us held something undeniable.
"I… I saw you in a dream last night," I whispered.
He turned to me, surprised.
I closed my eyes.
"You were sitting on a bench. Drawing. And then I saw your smile… and you reached out and held my hand like… like you were afraid of losing me."
Damien looked at me, stunned. His eyes searched mine.
"That happened," he said quietly. "You're remembering."
I looked away quickly. My heart started racing. I felt something tugging in my chest, something I couldn't explain.
"I don't know how," I whispered. "But when I saw you sketching during lunch today… I knew. I knew you've drawn me before."
He nodded, his voice low and raw. "You were the only girl I ever drew."
I took a step back, my fingers trembling.
"Why does that make me want to cry?"
He reached out gently, like he was afraid I might vanish.
"Because… deep down, some part of you still loves me," he said.
My eyes welled up.
Then, suddenly, the bell rang — snapping me out of it.
"I… I have to go," I said quickly, turning to leave.
But before I could walk away, he whispered behind me, "You called me your home once."
I froze.
My breath caught.
My knees felt weak.
I walked faster, tears blurring my eyes.
Why does it hurt to forget someone you don't even remember?
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That evening, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone buzzed.
> Rylan: "Want to come to the music room tomorrow? I'll show you something you used to love."
And right after it…
> Damien: "If your heart remembers before your head does… I'll wait."
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My hands trembled ho
lding the phone.
Two boys.
One heart.
And a memory that won't stay buried.
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