He was never the kind of boy who stayed in one place.
He loved mornings that began with a football under his arm and evenings that ended on a basketball court.
Sweat, laughter, scraped knees — that was his world.
Traveling made him feel alive. New roads, new places, new stories. He believed life was meant to be lived loudly, not quietly.
High school felt like a new adventure to him.
On the very first day, that's when he saw her.
She was sitting by the window, sunlight falling softly on her face. When she smiled, it didn't feel ordinary. It felt… important.
He didn't know her name yet, but somehow, he already knew she would matter.
Days turned into conversations.
Conversations turned into laughter.
And laughter slowly turned into something deeper.
At the start of high school, he gathered all his courage and told her how he felt.
She said yes.
For one and a half years, they were them.
School corridors, shared lunches, late-night calls, secret dreams about the future — everything felt real.
Everything felt permanent.
He believed love was enough.
But life had its own plans.
As the days passed, she began to change. Replies became slow. Smiles felt forced. The warmth between them started fading, little by little.
And then came the truth.
Her family had chosen someone else for her.
Another boy. Another future.
She was confused — torn between the boy her family wanted and the boy she truly loved.
And he?
He stood at the edge of his second year of high school, unaware that the life he knew was about to break… quietly.