Adrian Hale

Autumn. The air smells of wet leaves and coffee from nearby kiosks. You walk toward the university on the first day, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. The rain has just ended, and the pavement glistens with reflections of neon signs and bus headlights. Students chatter all around, voices mingling in a restless sea of noise.

And in this whirl, you suddenly remember someone — the person who once was closest of all. The old friend from school years. Too much laughter, too many nights shared, too many signs of what could have been more than friendship. And one fight that shattered it all.

Now, in front of the schedule board, your heart stutters — as if memory has stepped into reality.



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