Champagne Problems // English's Version

Chapter 5: Shared Memory

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Kyle and Agatha were thinking about the same thing right now: their first meeting. It was a memory they both treasured, a moment that seemed distant yet incredibly vivid, as if it had happened the day before.

Agatha, still sitting by the empty window across from her, let herself be transported back in time. She remembered the college campus, the chaos of the first few days, the feeling of being a small part of something huge and unknown. It was an October morning, the air smelling of recent rain and wet leaves. Agatha was in a hurry to get to her class, her head bent over a book, trying to memorize her notes at the last minute.

Kyle was nearby, fresh from a small town in the Midwest, where everything was slower and less complicated. The rush of college made him feel lost, but excited. He didn't have any friends yet, and today he was trying to navigate the maze of buildings. It was then that their paths crossed for the first time.

Agatha was walking quickly, distracted, and without realizing it she bumped into Kyle hard, making him drop all the books he was carrying. It was like a small explosive accident of paper and chaos. Agatha stopped, surprised, and her first impulse was to apologize. She quickly knelt down to help him pick up the books, but when she looked into his eyes for the first time, she stopped.

Kyle was watching her with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Her messy hair, that gentle way of smiling that seemed to say "everything's okay" even though it clearly wasn't. She tried to hide the blush that was rising on her face, unable to understand why she felt so nervous.

«Sorry, really, I'm a mess.» Agatha said, laughing nervously as she handed him the last book. «I didn't mean to overwhelm you.»

Kyle smiled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. «Don't worry, it happens. Actually... I wasn't looking where I was going.» He held out his hand, and Agatha took it, feeling an inexplicable warmth pass between them. There was something surprisingly reassuring about him, as if she had known him her whole life.

It was a simple moment, but a profound one. That accidental collision had created an immediate bond, and as they walked together to class, they began to talk as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They discovered they had so much in common, from music to books, and the conversation never really stopped.

Kyle remembered every detail of that day, too. As he sipped coffee in a strange city, his mind kept returning to that first meeting. He remembered how Agatha had seemed so different from everyone he had ever met. She wasn't just beautiful, but she had a special energy, a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to hide entire worlds. She was unlike anyone else.

She thought back to how their friendship had grown so quickly after that day, turning into something bigger, deeper. That connection they had built so naturally, without even realizing it, had tied them together in a way neither of them could have ever imagined.
Agatha smiled sadly as she thought back to that first conversation. After exchanging phone numbers, they had found themselves sharing more and more time together, from evenings studying in the library to long walks in the park near campus. They were young, full of hopes and dreams, convinced that nothing could break that bond.

But now, years later, with the weight of the choices and mistakes that had accumulated between them, that memory seemed to belong to another life. Agatha wondered if Kyle was thinking the same thing. Maybe, somewhere, he was also remembering that day, that spark that had brought them together, and was wondering where it all went.

As the sun rose high, both Agatha and Kyle knew that it would never be the same again. The versions of themselves that had met that fall day in college were gone. But despite everything, that memory remained intact, like the last fragile thread that still tied them together.

In that moment, separated by miles, they both thought the same thing: that if they could go back to that first day, maybe they would do everything differently. But that moment was now just a memory, something to cherish as life moved on, leaving behind what they once shared.