Love Before Graduation Chapter 77: The Open Door

A lot of ti had passed, but ti has this habit—it keeps moving, yet lingers where a wound still aches.

Tenzin ca back as if nothing had happened. As if every rumor Suhina had spread, every whisper, every lting glance—was just the ash of so old tale.

"Hi, beautiful,"

He said. And with that one word, the rusted locks inside my chest creaked open again.

Nami looked at . I looked at Nami. There were questions in both our eyes—but no answers.

Tenzin laughed, like he knew sothing—sothing we didn't.

"Why are you looking at like that?"

He leaned against the corner of my desk. Mischief flickered in his eyes. But deep down, there was fatigue too. Maybe regret? Maybe longing? Or maybe just a habit?

I said, "Just... getting through the days."

Those four words were like that woman who gets beaten by her man every day, yet still asks, "Will you have so tea?"

We talked. Superficial things. Light-hearted. As if everything was fine. As if our past was just a page from a cheap novel that had been accidentally turned.

And then he said it—

"Your eyes don't look at Arin the sa way anymore."

There was sothing in his words. Like a door had just opened.

"And sotis, even a single glance can change fate—if the hearts no longer match."

In that mont, he wasn't a poet. He was cruel. The kind of cruel who doesn't stab you—but shows you the wound and says, "Look, you did this to yourself."

I laughed. The way won in tragic stories laugh—broken inside, strong outside.

"Anyway, I loved you, and you flew away with that girl!"

We laughed. But the truth was—what lay between our laughter was a veil. Beneath it were bleeding bodies. Of relationships. Of dreams.

Then he left.

"Who knows... maybe Arin already loves soone else."

Those were the kind of words that don't close doors. They leave them slightly open... so the stench keeps seeping in.

(Now)

"Yes... now I rember," I said to Nami.

My voice was like an old season—stale, yet heavy.

Nami said nothing.

Because so regrets don't need words.

The sun was setting. And it felt... like it wasn't the sun that was setting, it was .

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And the strange thing was—

What he was taking from ... maybe it was never mine to begin with.

Or maybe...

I just never had the courage to want it.

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How strange I am—that I grieve over losing soone I never even had.