Part 5-:
As high school began, life pulled everyone in different directions. Anna had moved away, and the friendships that once felt unbreakable started to drift, each of them chasing their dreams. Janu and Veda, who used to share every secret with Anna, ended up in different streams. Janu followed her heart into the arts, while Veda chose a quiet, academic path in literature 📚. Krish went into computer science, immersed in coding and tech projects 💻, while Ram finally began his training for a future in the police force 👮♂️. Prit, the one who felt the heaviest absence of all, joined the science stream 🧪, though his mind often wandered back to simpler days. 🌌
But Anna, Veda, and Janu somehow managed to stay connected. They sent each other long messages, shared updates, and had regular video calls, laughing about silly things and swapping stories of high school life. Even though they were miles apart, the three of them made sure to keep their friendship alive. But for Anna, a part of her always missed Prit. His laughter, his words, his smile… she missed everything about him, though she rarely talked about it.
For Prit, it was much the same. No matter how much time passed, thoughts of Anna were like a melody that played softly in the back of his mind 🎶. He would often wonder, *Is she thinking of me too?* But with each passing day, the silence between them grew, as life seemed to pull them further apart.
One day, Anna sent a group message to Janu, Veda, Krish, Ram, and Prit, just like old times. It read, “Miss you all. I hope high school’s treating everyone well 😊.” The group chat buzzed with excitement as everyone replied, sharing what they’d been up to and how different life felt now. Krish shared funny stories from his coding class, Ram talked about his intense training days, and Janu and Veda filled the chat with inside jokes and memories that made them all laugh 😂.
Prit hesitated before typing a simple, “Miss you too, Anna. Hope everything’s great where you are.” He added a little heart emoji ❤️, hoping it would somehow express everything he couldn’t bring himself to say.
Anna saw his message, and her heart skipped a beat. *Does he feel the same?* she wondered, holding her phone tightly. Deep down, she felt a flicker of hope that maybe, one day, they’d get a chance to be close again. But for now, that hope was all she had to hold onto.
The days went by, and though Anna, Janu, and Veda continued their regular calls and messages, Prit and Anna’s silence remained. They never quite found the courage to reach out to each other directly. Instead, they both kept their feelings hidden, buried beneath the weight of distance and time.
But each night, as Anna looked out at the stars, she’d think of Prit 🌠. Somewhere, she hoped, he was looking up at the same sky, thinking of her too. And across the distance, even though their lives were moving forward, a part of their hearts stayed connected, held together by memories and unspoken words.
For Prit, every time he saw a shooting star, he’d make a quiet wish: *Please, let us meet again someday.* 🌌✨
