Love Before Graduation

The whole day passed just like that. The last term of school was going on. But don't know why, there was a strange peace that day. An unknown tension was floating in the air. We did not pay attention to it, but the mind was feeling something strange again and again. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

At first, I didn't notice it. Nami didn't either.

Not until she looked at Rian.

"Rian, can I borrow your pen?" Nami smiled and picked up the black pen that was on Rian's desk.

She always did this to him, she didn't ask and just took things.

And Rian didn't mind it, in fact he liked giving her things. Usually he would laugh at her and let her borrow the pen, but today...

"I don't have a pen," he snatched the pen from Nami's hand..

Nami blinked. "Come on, just for a second—"

"Don't talk to me, Nami."

He got up And he just walked away.

No one moved. Everything felt frozen. The sound of pens writing, the teacher talking, paper moving—it all faded in my head. There was only silence. Heavy, painful silence.

What just happened?

I looked at Nami. I thought Nami would shout at him for this act, would curse him, but no.

She just stood there and watched him go. She clenched her fists, as if she had swallowed her anger

I knew Nami. She was confident. Strong. But right now, she looked like she was hurt.

Before I could say anything,

"Don't you people know?"

Teru, who used to sit next to our seat, leaned towards me and said in a low voice..

Nami looked at her, still tense. "Know what?"

Teru looked over at the door, where Rian had gone. "After the drama with Suhina yesterday, Tenzin's group made a decision."

She paused.

"They decided to stop talking to you."

My heart dropped.

"What?" Nami and I said at the same time.

That sick, empty feeling in my stomach grew stronger.

This wasn't just Rian being mad. It wasn't just a mood.

This was on purpose.

And suddenly, everything from the day made sense—Arin ignoring us, Rian being cold, classmates not even looking at us.

They weren't just ignoring us.

They were cutting us out.

"So... what do we do now?" Nami asked quietly, like she was trying not to cry.

I took a deep breath and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly outside, it was hot and there was a light breeze blowing, which made the leaves on the trees sway gently. Ryan's behavior felt as cool as it was hot outside

"It's their choice," I said, trying to sound calm even though it hurt inside. "We can't make them stay."

Nami gave a dry laugh and shook her head. "Did I really do something that bad?" she asked, softer this time.

I looked at her. Her eyes looked unsure, hurt.

"No," I said, meeting her eyes. "It's on them. If they could leave us this easily, maybe our friendship didn't mean that much to them after all."

Nami smiled a sad smile, "Is this the only deep friendship?"

I started drawing anything on my notebook. I was also sad.. "Rian used to call me his little sister," I said with a sad laugh. "Guess that didn't mean much either."

Nami rolled her eyes. "Forget it."

I smiled a little. "Forget what? That he never really meant it?"

We sat in silence for a moment. My thoughts went to Arin.

I hesitated. "Do you think... Arin will stop talking to us too?"

Nami didn't wait. "What do you think?" she said flatly. "You heard him yesterday. And he was standing with them. He's Tenzin's close friend, remember?"

I nodded. She was right.

Arin was always quiet and hard to read—but now, it felt like I was losing something I never really had.

"Maybe, but I don't want him to be involved in all this," I said sadly and uneasy..

Nami looked at me. Her face wasn't angry or sad—just honest.

"It is not necessary that what we want will happen,"

and after these words I had nothing left to say.

There was nothing more to say.

We sat there quietly, feeling the weight of the day. The teacher kept talking, giving more homework before the long break started.

And then, finally, the last bell rang.

As we stepped outside, everything felt like it was moving too fast. Like the world was moving on, but we were still stuck in that moment.

Tomorrow, the Kawad Yatra break would start. We'd get a few days away from school—and from them.

But it didn't feel like a break. It didn't feel like peace.

When we reached the school gates, Nami looked at me.

"Take care of yourself, okay?"

I nodded. "You too."

And then we walked away in different directions.

But the heavy feeling of that day stayed with us—like a shadow we couldn't leave behind.