Sincerity can fade, and love can change. James was no longer the shy boy who blushed when we first met.
I sighed quietly, feeling the weight of everything.
"Where are you headed? Going back to school by high-speed train?" David asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," I replied softly.
David nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I’ll go with you."
At the high-speed rail station, I turned to say my goodbyes. As I boarded the train, I settled into my seat, watching the scenery blur past the window.
All I could think about was one thing: It was time to let go.
The one-hour ride was filled with the persistent buzzing of my phone. James' calls. His dozens of messages.
I saw them, but I couldn’t bring myself to reply.
My mind was consumed with memories of us.
We first met in freshman year. I had just entered school, eager to explore all the clubs and their activities. James approached me then, a friendly smile on his face.
"Hello, Miss. Would you like to know more about the calligraphy club?"
It was that simple sentence that set the course for everything between us.