Love Before Graduation

Suhina was silent – ​​and her silence was like stale flowers lying in a graveyard.

Days were dragging on, and every moment was pricking our friendship with another poisonous thorn.

Arin?

He too was visible sometimes – on walls, behind doors, in hazy shadows –

So close that the heart trembles, so far that even the voice cannot reach.

Fate?

Fate is like that prostitute who smilingly embraces the highest bidder.

I kept running, she kept pulling me. In front of Arin, again, again and again.

There were still conversations – no, there were words –

Small arrows, rusted, but hitting straight to the heart.

Then one day the wind changed.

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