Preparing for Graduation

The third term crept in slowly, but everyone felt it—graduation was approaching.

Homeroom became quieter. Clubs began winding down. Teachers talked more about the future.

"I don't want things to change," Miyu said once during lunch.

"Me either."

We walked home that day slower than usual, our hands brushing but not quite holding.

"Do you think we'll still talk in high school?" I asked.

She looked at me. "I want to. But that depends on us, right?"

I nodded. I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want this to just be a 'middle school memory.'