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November 11, 1988 (11:50 PM)
It's almost midnight.
Walking home from Decelis University, I felt the exhaustion of a long day. I had been busy preparing our horror booth for tomorrow's Foundation Day celebration. It seemed like the seniors were in for another stressful day. The pressure was mounting, and the anticipation was palpable.
The faculty assigned us the task of setting up the horror house. It was a tedious job—sticky, irritating, and a bit unsettling. The whole process was far from enjoyable, and I found myself constantly grumbling about it.
This was the first time I had ever been out on the streets late at night. The quiet of the night and the empty sidewalks only heightened my sense of unease. I couldn't shake off the nervousness that clung to me like a second skin. The thought of possibly encountering something supernatural made my heart race. I kept glancing over my shoulder, half expecting to see something eerie lurking in the shadows.
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But amidst all this, my anxiety suddenly lessened as I thought back to a moment from earlier today. It happened in the school hallway, where I had a chance encounter with Evan. I still found it hard to believe, but he actually kissed me on the lips.
The kiss was brief, yet it felt like an eternity—a rush of warmth and emotion that left me in a daze. The kiss was unexpected, yet it made my heart flutter in a way I had never experienced before.
That moment completely took me by surprise and left me reeling. It is funny how something as simple as a kiss can turn your world upside down. My thoughts kept racing back to that instant, and I found myself replaying it over and over in my mind. The way Evan looked at me, the softness of his lips—it was all so surreal.
In the midst of the chaos and the stress of preparing for the horror booth and the upcoming final exams, thinking about that kiss somehow brought a sense of calm. It was as if, in the middle of all this madness, that one moment of connection made everything else seem a little bit more bearable.
So now, as I walked through the quiet streets, I tried to hold on to the memory of that kiss. It was the one thing that made me smile amidst the overwhelming anxiety and the unsettling atmosphere of the night. I only hoped that tomorrow would be a little less stressful and that maybe, just maybe, I would get another chance to be close to Evan again.
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The street I was walking on was eerily deserted, shrouded in darkness that obscured everything around me. I pressed on, determined to reach home, my only option being this narrow, dimly lit road. As I drew closer, a solitary street light flickered in the distance, offering a faint glimmer of hope.
