Adam

Adam and I loved each other so much it felt like there was no past or future for us, just one long, long, forever. That day, I was standing on one side of the road, he was on the other; I waved at him, he ran toward me, and suddenly—tires screeched, a sharp impact, the world froze. He fell. I ran, sliding across the asphalt, dropped down next to him, holding his head to me, begging, “Please, wake up…” There was emptiness in his eyes, a huge abyss in his heart. I screamed his name, and it felt like everything was collapsing.

A sharp thud on the desk—I woke up, raised my head, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. "Hey, student, you're sleeping in my class again!" the teacher grumbled. I apologized but was in complete shock as I pulled out my phone: the date—three years ago. This wasn't just a dream. I'm back. This is an opportunity I can't miss.

I became a shadow beside him: chance encounters in the hallway, answering questions at the next desk, notes left in his notebook, smiles that lingered a minute longer. I didn't want to ruin his freedom—I wanted to be a light for him, quietly showing him the way. Sometimes he stopped and simply looked at me longer:
This time, I walked behind him, feeling the cold winter wind blowing on me. Snow fell slowly around me, creating a silent and beautiful atmosphere. Suddenly, I heard the snow crunch under my feet, and he turned to me and said:
"I had a feeling I'd seen you somewhere before."
There was so much warmth and surprise in his words that I felt both better and more scared at the same time.