Kismet [ENGLOT]

Chapter 21

Engfa's POV:

Graduation was looming just a few months away, and the air was thick with the buzz of futures being planned. My classmates were all scattered across the spectrum—some hunched over college applications, their dreams scribbled onto pages in hopes of acceptance. Others were already mapping out careers, determined to dive headfirst into the working world. And then there were those who simply didn't care, content to let graduation mark the end of their school days without worrying about what came next.

And then there was me.

Before Charlotte, I was one of those who had no plan, no map, no particular destination in mind. I just wanted to finish high school, to get through the days and see where life might toss me. I thought that was enough—to drift, to let the current carry me wherever it pleased. But Charlotte changed all of that.

Since she came into my life, it was as if a light had been turned on inside me, illuminating parts of myself I didn't know existed. Suddenly, the idea of the future didn't feel so far away or abstract. It felt tangible, and more than that—it felt like something worth chasing.

I found myself wanting to do more, to be more, not just for her but because of her. She didn't ask for it, didn't demand or expect anything of me. Yet somehow, Charlotte made me want to rise to meet her, to be someone who could stand proudly by her side. She inspired me in ways I never thought possible.

Sitting in my room, the quiet hum of the evening surrounding me, I thought about her—the way her laughter filled the spaces of my life I didn't even realise were empty. The way she believed in me, even when I struggled to believe in myself. I wanted to build a future that didn't just drift aimlessly but one that had direction, purpose, and a place for her in it.

For the first time, I had a plan. I had a dream. Because Charlotte wasn't just someone I loved—she was someone who made me love the idea of a better version of myself.

The soft glow of my laptop screen illuminated the quiet room as I stared at the confirmation page on my college application portal. My heart raced, a strange mix of pride and anxiety settling in my chest. It was done—I had submitted my applications. Weeks of research, drafting personal statements, and wrestling with self-doubt had led to this moment, and it felt surreal.

A few weeks ago, the thought of college—let alone choosing a major—seemed like a distant blur. But now, the idea of studying Biochemistry and eventually pursuing medical school felt like the first step toward something meaningful. It wasn't a decision I had come to lightly. It was Charlotte who had ignited something inside me, who made me believe I could reach for something greater.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as a smile tugged at my lips. It wasn't just about proving something to myself anymore. It was about building a future—a real, tangible future—that could stand alongside hers. Charlotte had this quiet strength, this resilience that inspired me to look beyond my present and into a world of possibilities. She made me want to be someone she could look at with pride.

And yet, I hadn't told her. Not yet. This was something I wanted to share with her when the moment felt right, to see her reaction and maybe even hear her talk about her dreams. Did she know how much she inspired me? Did she have her own plans, her own dreams she was chasing?

The thought of asking her made me a little nervous, but mostly it made me excited. The idea of us building something together—even if our paths were different—felt like the most beautiful possibility I could imagine.

Closing my laptop, I rested my hands on the keyboard for a moment longer, a small chuckle escaping my lips. "Medical school, huh?" I whispered to myself. It sounded ambitious, but for the first time, it didn't feel impossible. Because with Charlotte in my life, even the impossible started to feel just a little bit closer.