05

Chapter 3

The next day at school, I was early. Not because of some grand plan-but because I just couldn't sleep properly.

My mind kept replaying yesterday's walk to the metro. The way she actually talked to me, how she thanked me-it was a small thing, but to me, it was like solving the toughest math problem.

Write a comment ...

Write a comment ...

Author_shri03

I write love stories because I believe in quiet magic. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming of happily-ever-afters