I can feel my tears flowing down my cheeks as I stare at the bench we often go to.
I took a deep breath and let the wind slap my face consecutively.
I would be lying if I said I am not emotional at this moment. After six years, we are now about to embark on a new journey towards our dreams.
It gives me a weird feeling, maybe a nostalgic one, and it's overwhelming me.
I know a few years from now, I will look back and see this school as a part of my memory, and not a part of my present anymore.
Thinking about it makes me want to tear up, considering how this school molded me into my love for art and studying.
Mizu
"Oh, you're here!"
When I looked back, I saw Mizu, wearing his toga. I can hear the medals on his neck, clanking as he runs toward where I am.
As I stare at him, I can't help but smile. He has always been the most attractive one in my eyes, but now that he is all dressed up, with his hair curled up, I can't deny that he has become even more attractive.
High school didn't only make me realize what I love to do, but also what kind of person I am.
I thought it would be just a phase, but why do my feelings never leave for 10 years?
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