Love Before Graduation Chapter 61: Chocolate in the Dark

The bell rang, like soone had brushed the dust off a dream. And just like that, we were back in the world where kids rush to grow up and forget their childhood, and where the writing on the blackboard is often clearer than life itself.

But for us, nothing felt normal anymore. We were walking toward class, but every step felt heavy, like carrying an invisible weight.

Just as we reached the door, Nami nudged with her elbow—"Don't talk here, people will undress you with their eyes."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at Suhina. She was staring at the ground like she might find answers there. Even her shadow looked tired.

We were sixteen. At an age when a broken heart feels like the biggest tragedy, we were caught in sothing else entirely—a ga filled with fear, silence, and sothing you can't see... only feel.

We were sitting in class, books were open, but our minds were shut.

The ticking clock now sounded more human—less like ti passing, more like a warning.

Nami, who always had sothing to say, was now typing on her phone—

"et on the terrace after school. No excuses."

She didn't look at , just nodded slightly—like she wasn't asking for permission, but starting a revolution.

There were three of us.

Three girls.

One secret.

And a shadow that wasn't just on the walls anymore—it was walking through our thoughts too.

The teacher was speaking, but I couldn't understand a word. My mind kept drifting to Suhina. She was just sitting there, like a doll who had started fearing her own strings.

Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I jumped.

It was Arin.

No mischief in his eyes, no questions... just a calm kind of worry you rarely see in boys.

"You okay?"—his voice was quiet, comforting.

I lied—"Just a headache."

But he saw sothing else in my eyes. Then he pulled sothing from his bag and slid it toward .

Chocolate.

No drama, just a little sweetness in the middle of all that darkness.

I looked at him and smiled. "Are you a doctor or just a classmate?"

He laughed softly and looked down. "Whatever I am... I listen."

Then he went back to his work like nothing happened.

But I wasn't the sa anymore. Sothing quiet had settled inside —sweet, but temporary.

Sotis... it's not love, but care that touches you more deeply.

Just one chocolate... and the storm paused for a while.

But the truth is—the storm never really stops.

It just leans in and whispers—

"I'm still here. Waiting."