This Time, I'm the Fool
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"Maybe you don't remember. On the day freshmen moved in, I helped you carry your luggage. From that very first glance, I've always liked you."
I paused, emotions tangled in my chest.
I didn't answer. I simply gave him a faint smile, took a few steps back, then turned and walked away with light, steady steps.
Vincent stood there for a moment before quickly catching up.
And just like that, we walked side by side along the campus path—toward the sunset, toward the lingering glow, toward the future, toward hope—taking bold, unhurried steps forward together.