The Heart's Own Compass

The Confession

(ship ko frfr no cap also friendly reminder na chatgpt ang gumawa #love #cute)

Weeks went by, and the school event approached. Harold and Mohammad's friendship continued to blossom, their camaraderie evident to everyone around them. The two clowns of the class found solace and understanding in each other's company.

One evening, after a particularly successful event, the group gathered for a celebration. As laughter and music filled the room, Mohammad found himself outside, catching his breath. Harold, noticing his absence, followed him.

Under the starlit sky, Mohammad finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Harold, there's something I need to tell you."

Harold looked at him, his usual grin replaced by a more serious expression. "What's up, Mohammad?"

"I... I think I'm falling for you," Mohammad confessed, his eyes searching Harold's for a reaction.

Harold's heart raced. He had always admired Mohammad's calm demeanor and the way he balanced the class's chaos with his quiet strength. He took a deep breath and replied, "I've been feeling the same way."

The two stood in comfortable silence, the world around them fading into the background. The connection they shared was undeniable, and in that moment, it felt like the universe had aligned for them.