The Way it Feels💓

Past

PAST:2018

"Dechen, we're in the same class!" Tshering said with excitement.

"That's a relief," I replied, sharing her enthusiasm as we walked into the classroom together. We chose seats at the back.

"Hello, everyone!" Mr. Gyembo greeted us with a determined stride as he entered the room.

"Good morning, sir!" We responded in unison.

"I hope we will have a wonderful year together," he said with a broad smile. "I was assigned as class teacher for this class.''I tried to imagine how the year would unfold under his guidance.

Just then, Mrs. Dolma, our principal, appeared at the door. "Mr. Gyembo, we have a new student joining your class," she announced.

"Oh, come inside," Mr. Gyembo called out, gesturing for the new student to enter.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement to welcome the new student. I turned my head, eager to see who it was. It was him—the same boy from earlier, the one who had been in the black car.

I stared in shock, unable to process the coincidence. Our eyes met briefly, and I felt a jolt of recognition. The earlier events seemed like a lifetime ago, but seeing him here, in the classroom, brought everything crashing back.

"What is your name?" Mr. Gyembo asked as the principal left the room.

"My name is Gyeltshen," the boy replied in a cold tone. The girls around started whispering to each other.

"Dechen, he's really handsome," Tshering leaned in and whispered in my ear. She wasn't wrong—he was tall, with the looks of a model, but his expression was icy.

"Now that we have a new student, it's time for a seating arrangement change," Mr. Gyembo announced, a mischievous grin on his face.

"What?" Tshering gasped, just as shocked as I was. The room filled with murmurs of confusion.

"This is for your own good," Mr. Gyembo continued, pulling out a small box. "Some of you might be friends, but others haven't had a chance to talk much. This will help everyone communicate and support each other."

Inside the box were slips of paper. "I've already written down the seat numbers. All you need to do is draw one," he explained.

One by one, the students approached the box, picking out their new spots. Tshering and I did the same, our hearts pounding in anticipation.

"Now, everyone who's paired up, find your seat partner," Mr. Gyembo instructed, scanning the room.

"Dechen, I got number 7," Tshering said, a mix of excitement and nerves in her voice.

"Mine's 11," I replied, feeling a little disappointed.

"Oh my god, I think... I think the class topper is my seat partner!" Tshering squeezed, glancing at the boy with thick glasses.

"Tshering..." I pouted, watching her as she dramatically wiped her fake tears, like a scene from a comedy movie. Her seat was right at the front of the class, the first table.

I turned to look at my new seat, which was at the back, near the window. It felt oddly fitting, like I was the heroine in a movie. "Good for me," I thought with a small smile. But I couldn't help but wonder who my seat partner was.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Gyeltshen dragging the chair next to mine and sitting down. My jaw dropped. I was caught between excitement and terror as he glared at me with those cold eyes.

PRESENT

Suddenly, I jolted awake, my head throbbing in pain. Disoriented, I blinked a few times, trying to gather my thoughts.I slowly woke up and made my way to the sitting room As I sat down, the events of the previous night began to come back to me. The memories made me gasp, "AHHH!" I remembered crying .