A Shared Promise

On a quiet Sunday afternoon, we went back to the place behind the science building—the bench that started everything.

The sakura tree was bare now, but the bench still held the warmth of our shared moments.

"I wrote you something," she said, handing me a letter.

It was simple and sweet. She wrote about our time together, how she never expected to fall for me, and how much she valued every moment.

I gave her a small bracelet I made—a string of tiny silver and blue beads.

"I want us to remember this forever," I said.

"We will," she whispered.