— Ashs
This isn't just another story.
Keep your Spotify open, you're going to need it.
You won't just read this; you'll feel it with me.
I'll attach pictures too, so you can see what I saw, feel what I felt.
This is real.
This is mine.
I'm not here to tell a love story, definitely not the regular kind.
I'm here to tell you how a moment sticks, how a person becomes home, how little things find a place in your heart before you even notice.
And you…
you're in for a long ride.
A Gentle Shift
It all started one morning in college.
I got down from the bus and walked toward the quadrangle, the place where me and my friends always gathered before classes, half awake, half talking about random things.
I was sitting with her friend group in the mornings. Then someone walked in, excited as always.
"There are openings in C3. Apply for it."
"Okay, yeah. I'll do it."
I filled the form right there itself. The next day, I got a call for an interview.
I went in, a little nervous but curious. They asked me about myself and a few usual questions. And somehow — they took me in.
I'd promised myself this year would be different. I wanted to try new things, say yes more often, step out of the little bubble I'd built around myself. Maybe that's why I didn't overthink it. I just went for it.
A few days later, we had a meeting about the upcoming events. I was called into a room where all the club members were sitting. When I entered, around twenty unfamiliar faces turned toward me for a second too long.
"This is our club president."
That's how I met him.
He had a scar cutting through his right eyebrow, like it had a story of its own. Dark eyes that didn't flinch away, a sharp jaw you couldn't miss even in a crowded room.
Nothing dramatic happened — no sudden light, no dramatic music. Someone was still laughing at a joke across the room. A chair scraped against the floor. Everything stayed normal.
He was just another person in the room.
Except for some reason, he wasn't.
To be continued.
— Ashs