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The moonlight kissed his skin, and my eyes blinked, desperate to capture the moment before it vanished.”

It's been 17 hours since I left my room .the floor was freezing and the sunlight entering the room from the edge of the windows and directly splashing on to the photo frames on the wall I could only hear the sound of the clock tick tock tick tock.. "The tears slid down my cheeks, each one carrying the weight of the words I couldn’t say. the light which has scattered on photo frames suddenly disappearance left alone with darkness which is the real face of the people in the picture .and the best thing about a picture is that it never change even the people in it do .To know why I am in a horrible pathetic situation we need to travel a bit to past.

Sitting at the back of the car and looking out through the window inhaling the fresh air mesmerizing the beauty of LA the most happening place in the world .Being a typical Indian family who lives in Scotland 5 hours ago is moving to LA due to the transfer of my step father .

If I work for 3 months more I could leave my house because ever since my mother married another man it never felt as home I would be getting a scholarship if I get good grade in the upcoming exam and later I would be studying medical far from home I won't even miss my mom or step dad but I would miss my brother a lot even though is my step brother I love him a lot he is the only one who supports me and he is the reason why I got permission for studying medicine. I would be missing him a lot..

And we reached our house which is huge. with red staircase with lot of windows. I hope I get the room which is having a balcony . the house was bright with the sunlight and very pleasant everyone was busy with picking up the boxes. I took the boxes which are mine and straightly went to the second floor and there were two bedrooms but none of it has a balcony but there is third floor where there is single room with the huge veranda and big window with black and green curtains the room was big with walking closet and queen size bed who would say no to sach kind of room it is mine and the third floor is only having one room which means I can be alone I would prefer to be alone rather than being with my family

Knock knock the door has opened my mother had entered the room she was catching some of the boxes which contain my books she started yelling at me that why do you buy those many of books how can you guys even read , it is better to read books rather than spending time with you and your husband .I know those words would hurt my mom a lot but she never said anything she just smiles but I hope I get answer one day.

And the whole day I was busy with organising my room helping my mom with utensils and went to grocery shop and bought groceries. the day was off.. I directly fall asleep. the alarm rings . It was already seven o'clock I need to get ready for college. it's my first day of college but let's see how my college end up to be .

I am at the front gate of the college, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I prepare to step into another chapter of my academic journey. The campus stretches out before me, buzzing with the energy of students walking to class, chatting with friends, and heading to their next adventure. It's hard to believe that this is where it all begins—the place where new friendships will form, challenges will be met, and the future will start to take shape. I take a deep breath, step forward, and cross the threshold, ready for whatever comes next . As I go forward a girl runs towards me she talks as if we are friends no best friends I hate people who behave like that I hate when people do that—charging at you without any warning, as if they expect you to just step aside or stop whatever you're doing. I brace myself, preparing for the awkward collision or forced sidestep, but instead, she slows down just in time, flashing me an apologetic smile before continuing she introduced herself as Ayesha her voice warm and cheerful. “I’m so sorry if I startled you,” she says, laughing lightly. “I tend to get a little excited when I see new faces around here. You’re a freshman, right?” Her smile is genuine, and her friendly demeanor immediately puts me at ease. She doesn’t seem bothered by the awkwardness at all, her presence so inviting that I can’t help but relax a little. “If you ever need help finding your way around, I’m happy to show you,” she adds, making me wonder if I’ve just made a new friend. I generally hated over extrovert people but she felt so good to me and we also end up being lab partners we grew closer, helping each other out with assignments and projects. Her enthusiasm and dedication pushed me to do better, and before I knew it, I was excelling in my classes. I got good grades, and soon enough, I was ranked first in our college. It felt surreal, especially since I never expected to reach that level so quickly. Aisha was always there, cheering me on, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the way our friendship had blossomed. It was more than just academics; it was the sense of support and camaraderie that made the achievements feel even sweeter.

And so the days flowed by, each one a thread in the tapestry of time. Six months later, the college announced the prom, a night of music and dance, a celebration of all we’d become. I never imagined that night would change anything, yet beneath the shimmering lights, something unexpected happened.