Chapter 4: Memories and Confessions

She did get in, back then—I knew.

I'd watched her walk across the graduation stage, head high, everyone whispering about her perfect scores. She was untouchable.

I once thought I'd never find her again, but I never imagined that when I came here, she'd become my homeroom teacher.

Fate had arranged for us to meet again.

Sometimes it felt like the universe was playing a joke just for me, sending her back into my life only to make things impossible.

My mom continued: "When you met me, you only smiled and nodded. I think you probably don't remember the little boy who sat crying on the ground years ago."

Her voice faded into a whisper, lost in the memory. The class leaned forward, hanging on every word.

At that, the homeroom teacher exaggeratedly exclaimed,

She put on a show, covering her face with her hands, "Oh my, the crying little boy—I'm so embarrassed, I have goosebumps! This flowery language is really something. Why do you love crying so much?"

Her joke landed flat. Some students gave her a weak laugh, but a few shot her a look, as if to say, "Ease up."

All the girls in the class nodded, some even scratching their arms as if they really had goosebumps.

One girl let out a little squeal, "So cheesy!" while another rolled her eyes. Still, I could feel the curiosity under the teasing.

The homeroom teacher sneered at me, "Are you embarrassed and want to cry now, little crybaby?"

She pulled a silly face, but it felt like she was trying to break the tension. I almost smiled.

Watching her make faces at me, I just thought she was adorable.

I couldn't help it—her every gesture, even when mocking me, made my heart ache. I caught myself grinning like an idiot, hoping no one noticed.

Help, why is every move she makes so cute, just like a little girl?

I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Even now, in front of everyone, she was the most captivating person in the room.

If my embarrassment can bring her a bit of joy in her busy life, I'm willing.

I felt a strange peace settle over me. If it lightened her day—even a little—maybe this was all worth it.