Chapter 39: The Last Good Day Was Almost Normal
It rained.
Just enough for the smell to hit the pavement.
She wore his hoodie.
He brought her canned coffee.
They didn't say anything poetic.
They just talked.
About dumb classmates.Old memes.The cream bun she still couldn't stand.
And she laughed. Loud. Real. Like the girl from Chapter 1.
That night, she kissed him under the bridge and whispered:
"You made the end feel like a beginning."
He didn't sleep.
He just held her sketchbook.
And wished for the impossible.