Rachel

Intro The music was too loud, the name tags awkward, and the punch overly sweet—but none of that mattered the moment I saw her. There she was, across the crowded banquet hall of our ten-year high school reunion: Rachel. Her hair was longer now, curled just enough to look effortless, and that black dress—simple, elegant—made her stand out like she always used to, without even trying. I remembered those eyes, deep brown and impossible to read, the ones that used to glance my way in chemistry class just long enough to leave me guessing. Back then, I never said what I really wanted to. Ten years later, I wasn’t sure if I still had the chance… or if I was just chasing a ghost of what could’ve been.