A Belated Confession

We walked side by side in the yard. He never made me feel uncomfortable and didn't ask why I had run out so suddenly.

He chatted with me about our school days, and I suddenly asked, "Colin, why can't I remember things from when I was younger?"

"Which part? If it involves me, I'll definitely help you remember!" he said with a smile.

I shook my head. "No, it's from earlier. I remember everything involving you. I first met you in the teacher's office when my dad asked the teacher to tutor me in physics."

"Yes, yes, it was in the teacher's office. You looked different in your school uniform—your hair was so dark and your eyes so big, with those long eyelashes. Some classmates even called you 'Eyelash Fairy' behind your back."

"Really? I didn't know that," I laughed. 'Eyelash Fairy' seemed a bit exaggerated.

"That was in the second semester of our first year of high school," he said comfortably.