Before We Knew It Novels & Stories

We were standing on the edge of something, and for once, I wasn’t afraid of falling. I held my breath and typed what I’d been holding in for far too long. “I like you. Like, really like you.” “I know,” he said. “I like you too. Always have.” That was it. There was no fancy moment. No grand announcement. But right then, I knew we were us. Finally. We were officially together. The next morning at school, everything felt different. His hand brushed against mine in the hallway, and for the first time, I didn’t pull away.

he begs. I kept on crying not knowing what to say, "I don't know what to tell you,I tried so hard to get over you but anyone I went out always had a love Before Me. I always compared them to you,I wanted to hate you but I couldn't" I cried,he pulls me to him and hugged me "This it is going to be different,you'll be the only one,there is no one before or after you. Zara is my past and that is where she will remain"he assures me.

By noon, everyone knew. Not in the dramatic, headline way. Not yet. But the kind of knowing that traveled through glances, lowered voices, and the way people paused just a little too long when they saw me walk past. The kind of knowing that lived in the air. I felt it before I heard it.

We lay in the dark, holding each other, mourning the end of an era while trying to embrace the beginning of something new. Neither of us realized how much things were about to change.

Because I knew once we left, the chances of our return were so small. But I didn’t and as we made our way, no one said a word, but I knew- we all knew, that this wasn't the end, but the start of a whole new adventure.

We were walking toward the same answer. And neither of us knew where it would lead. But for the first time since everything fell apart… It felt like we might finally be ready to find out.

“I miss you too.” We didn’t need to say much to understand. Then our mouths collided, but this time, I knew there would be no turning back.

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I knew something was wrong before anyone said a word. It wasn't instinct in the dramatic sense, no sudden gut punch or sharp realization, it was quieter than that, heavier, the kind of awareness that settles in your chest and refuses to move. The house felt different the moment I stepped in, the silence stretched too far, too clean, like something had been removed from it.

How many things didn't we know about each other? But they all were random talks that warmed everything. For the first time, I didn't feel alone. I wasn't alone. ______________

It was fragile, like the first breath after being underwater too long. And maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something neither of us knew how to name.