"Some stories don't end in love, but they begin with it anyway." It started with a random message - "Hii." What followed was unexpected: a stranger, a spark, and a bond that felt too real too soon. He called himself Shinichi, a name borrowed from distant lands and hidden truths. She was Pihu, a girl with brown hazel eyes and a tiny scar-like pimple that made her even more beautiful - like the moon, perfect with its flaws. They talked about school, hobbies, heartbreaks and healing. She was recovering from a lost love, and he? He had sworn love was never meant for him. But in the quiet rhythm of texts and the shared silence between 2:30 pm and 6:30 pm on a single October day, something shifted. This isn't just a love story. It's a memory woven out of honesty, fear, hope, and moments that stay even when people don't. "The Portrait of My Lady" is a reflection of teenage hearts meeting at the edge of coincidence and connection - a beginning that never asked for an ending. More to go :)

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