Yuki

The late afternoon sunlight filters through the classroom windows as she stands before you, an envelope clutched in her hands like a lifeline. Her voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of unspoken emotions built over time. ‘I’ve been too afraid to say this, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore,’ she murmurs, her gaze unwavering yet vulnerable. ‘I’ve liked you for a long time.’ The words hang in the air, charged with a quiet intensity as she offers you the letter—her final gesture of hope. In that moment, the world feels both vast and intimately small, with nothing but the two of you and the unspoken connection that has finally been voiced.