SΞЯΞИDIPIΓУ - Horrified Dream

The year was 2019, a time before the Cataclysm when life still hummed with simplicity and joy. At Arboris High School, the echoes of laughter and the sharp crack of shuttlecocks filled the badminton court. Arin and his beloved best friend, Anya, stood across from each other, their rackets gripped firmly, sweat glistening on their foreheads. They had been best friends since their final year of middle school, their bond forged over shared victories and countless hours as members of the School Badminton Club.

Two more friends played nearby, their laughter and competitive banter blending into the evening air. Yet, for Arin and Anya, the world had narrowed to just the shuttlecock and the thrill of the game. Neither wanted to surrender; it wasn’t just a match—it was an experience they wanted to embrace to its fullest, their bodies moving in sync with determination and joy.

Arin’s eyes glinted with playful challenge. "Are you going to quit?"

Anya shot him a defiant glare, her breath steady despite the hour of intense play. "Quit? My foot. I'm going to defeat you."

Arin chuckled, his stance sharpening as he prepared for the next rally. "Is that so? Let's see about that." With renewed vigor, he fastened his pace, each shot sharper and quicker.

Anya met his challenge with grace, her movements smooth and controlled. "Oh, so you want to play rough now?" she teased, effortlessly deflecting his strongest smashes.

A grin tugged at Arin’s lips. "I'm impressed by your moves, but it's time to end this." With a final, powerful stroke, he sent the shuttlecock flying, knocking Anya out of the game.

She let out an exaggerated sigh, her hands on her hips. "Not fair! I wanted to play more."

Arin glanced toward the horizon where the sun was already sinking, casting golden hues across the court. "I get it, but look—the sun's almost down. Time to wrap it up for today."

Anya looked skyward, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, chuckling lightly. "But first, I seriously need to dry off. I’m drenched."

Arin gave her a teasing side-eye, smirking. "You're practically bathed in sweat."

Anya narrowed her eyes, mock indignation in her voice. "Don’t you dare stare at me like that!"

He laughed, his grin widening. "Relax, I’m just teasing. Go change before you catch a cold."

After changing into their regular school uniforms, they stepped out into the warm embrace of the setting sun. The school courtyard was empty, painted in shades of orange and gold. Their badminton rackets were slung casually over their shoulders, and their uniforms were still slightly rumpled from the game. The distant hum of the city lay beyond the school gates, and birds chirped softly as if bidding farewell to the day.

Their steps were unhurried, comfortable in the silence that only true friendship can hold.

Arin broke the quiet, his tone light but sincere. "Thanks for giving me your precious time, President."

Anya glanced sideways at him, a mock frown playing on her lips. "We're outside school now, Arin. Stop calling me ‘President.’ I have a sweet name, you know."

Arin chuckled, a playful spark in his eyes. "I know, but I like calling you 'President.' It suits you."

She narrowed her gaze, though her smile betrayed her amusement. "You know, I could expel you from the badminton club with my presidential powers."

But Arin was quick with his comeback, a grin tugging at his lips. "And you’re forgetting I’m the Chairman of the Council. The proposal for recruiting a President was my idea."

Anya tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Then I’ll just overturn your little coup and claim your position. How about that?"

Arin burst out laughing. "You're too funny, Anya."

Their laughter echoed into the warm evening, but as they reached the place where their paths would split, their steps slowed.

Arin's voice softened, but the fondness in it remained. "Okay, see you at six this evening. Don’t keep me waiting."

Anya gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "See you in a while."

And with that, they parted ways, each stepping into the embrace of the evening, their hearts lighter from the simple joy of friendship.

As Arin strolled home, the golden hues of the setting sun stretched long shadows along the street. His steps slowed when he noticed his mother, Evangeline, deep in conversation with an unfamiliar woman. Curiosity tugged at him, and he approached them quietly.

The stranger smiled warmly. "Ms. Evangeline, you've helped me a lot. Thank you so much."

Evangeline returned the smile with gentle kindness. "You don’t have to thank me. It’s just your kindness shining through."

Arin’s brows furrowed slightly as he stepped closer. "Mom... Mom, what are you doing here?"

Evangeline turned to him, her eyes softening. "Oh, Arin. I was helping this lady. But where have you been all this time? If I remember correctly, school ended three hours ago. You only just found the time to come home?"

Arin scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Sorry, Mom. I was playing badminton with Anya."

The stranger chuckled lightly. "I think I should be going now. Once again, thank you for the help."

Evangeline nodded politely. "My pleasure, ma’am." As the woman left, Evangeline turned back to her son. "Shall we go home together?"

Arin's gaze dropped to the bags in her hands. "Did you go to the market? You’ve got a ton of stuff." Without hesitation, he reached for some of the heavier bags, easing her burden. "There. That’s better."

Evangeline's eyes shone with appreciation. "Thank you, baby, for helping me with these bags."

Within minutes, they reached home. Arin wasted no time, heading straight to his room to change and freshen up. Moments later, he reappeared in the living room, his voice echoing through the house.

"Mom... did you make something to eat? I'm starving!"

From the kitchen came her playful reply. "Come over. I made some pancakes."

Arin stepped into the kitchen and paused, his eyes widening at the sight of grocery bags strewn across the counters. "Woah, Mom! You really went all out with the shopping."

Evangeline chuckled, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "Yes, there were huge discounts today, so I thought I'd stock up."

Arin glanced around, his hands itching to help. "Let me give you a hand with sorting these."

But Evangeline shook her head, her voice warm and firm. "Don't worry about it. I can handle it. You just eat the pancakes."

Arin shrugged lightly. "Alright, but I'll just have one. I don't want to fill up too much."

Evangeline paused, her brow lifting in concern. "Are you feeling okay? Just one pancake?"

Arin chuckled softly. "No, nothing like that. I'm heading out with Anya soon."

Evangeline’s eyes sparkled with teasing curiosity. "Oh? Like a date?"

Arin laughed, waving his hands. "Nah, it's not a date. We're just checking out that new café behind the Plaza."

Evangeline tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "Sounds like a date to me." She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out some cash, holding it out to him. "Here, take this. Have fun."

Arin hesitated, his hands raised in protest. "You're giving me too much. It's okay, keep it. If I need anything, I’ll ask you."

But his mother was having none of it. With a quick, mischievous move, she stuffed the cash into his shirt pocket. "Take it all. Carrying a little extra money never hurts in case of an emergency."

Arin sighed, his lips curling into a reluctant smile. "I already have enough, Mom."

Evangeline crossed her arms, her playful threat firm. "If you don’t take it, I’m not letting you go. Is that clear?"

Arin laughed in surrender. "Okay, okay, if you insist." But a spark of mischief lit his eyes. "You know, I just had an idea."

Evangeline groaned, narrowing her eyes. "Not again. What is it this time?"

Arin grinned. "Why don't you come with us? That way, we don’t have to pay for anything, and I can save more money for the future."

Evangeline raised a brow, her voice full of humor. "Are you trying to turn me into a HATM?"

Arin blinked, confused. "I know ATM, but what's HATM?"

With a mock-serious expression, she replied, "Humanoid Any Time Machine."

Arin burst out laughing. "No, Mom, it’s not like that! I was just thinking about saving money."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Nice try. Better luck next time, kiddo."

Arin gave a dramatic sigh. "Then I guess it’s officially a date."

Evangeline playfully swatted his arm. "You naughty little punk."

Glancing at the wall clock, Arin’s eyes widened. "Oh, it’s almost time. I’ve got to go! Sorry, I couldn't help more."

Evangeline smiled warmly. "That's okay, sweetie. But can you bring me some of your favorite ice cream on the way back?"

Arin grinned, already walking toward the door. "Sure thing, Mom. I’ll bring back a whole bucket for you."

Her voice followed him as he stepped outside. "I’ll be waiting!"

And with that, Arin left a lightness in his step, carrying not just his mother's money but the warmth of her love with him.

Arin arrived at the café, his eyes scanning the street, searching for Anya. When he didn’t spot her, he decided to head inside and wait. The cozy ambiance of the café welcomed him as he took a seat by the window, the soft hum of conversations and clinking cups filling the air. Minutes later, from his vantage point, he saw Anya approaching, her eyes darting here and there as she searched for him. A playful smile tugged at his lips—this was the perfect chance for a little mischief.

He stood up, walked to the counter, and placed an order for both of them. Then, slipping back into his seat, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number, the grin never leaving his face.

Arin (over the phone, teasingly): "Hey, have you already arrived?"

Anya's voice came through, slightly breathless. "Uh, yes. I'm here, but I can’t find you. Where are you?"

Arin chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with humor. "I don’t know, but the girl in the yellow dress with a red ribbon around her waist, panda clips in her hair, and black sandals on her feet looks pretty glamorous."

There was a pause. "Wait—what? How did you know what I’m wearing? Where are you?"

Arin’s grin widened as he glanced at her through the window. "Look towards the café. See the guy sitting at the corner table, holding his phone?"

Anya’s gaze snapped towards the window, and her eyes met his. She groaned, a smile betraying her annoyance. "So, you were already here, watching me like a stalker and playing tricks? Seriously?"

Arin chuckled, holding up his free hand in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, don’t be mad. Come in and have a seat."

Anya entered the café, a playful pout on her lips as she slid into the seat beside him. "You act like such a child sometimes," she said, though her tone held no real anger. "But thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it. And, for the record, you're looking good too."

Arin gave her a crooked smile. "Well, thanks. And yeah, I act like a child because... well, I am a child at heart."

Anya laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, little child, did you order something, or were you waiting for me to do the honors?"

"Already done," Arin said proudly. "I ordered fruit and pineapple cupcakes and two lattes."

Anya’s eyes lit up. "Ooh, nice. So now we wait?"

Arin nodded, glancing at the counter. "Yeah, they said twenty minutes. But I placed the order about fifteen minutes ago, so it shouldn’t be much longer."

Anya tilted her head, curiosity glimmering in her gaze. "When did you get here, exactly?"

Arin chuckled. "Over half an hour ago. I guess I’m just too punctual. But it’s you who took forever."

Anya flushed slightly, lowering her gaze. "Sorry... I was having trouble deciding what to wear."

There was a brief pause, and then Arin's voice softened. "I love you."

Anya blinked, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait... what? What did you just say?"

Arin’s expression didn’t falter. His voice was calm, steady. "I said, I love you. That's why you took your time deciding what to wear, right? Girls do that when they’re trying to impress someone they like."

Anya’s breath hitched, but she masked it with a laugh. "You're pathetic. How are you so normal about saying something like that?"

Arin looked down, his fingers tracing circles on the table. "Because it’s true. I love you, Anya. I’m not lying. And I don’t want to hear your answer if it’s going to hurt me. So let’s just forget it, alright? I just... I just wanted to say it. Because we never know what might happen tomorrow."

The vulnerability in his voice struck her, and for a moment, silence lingered between them.

But then Anya reached out, her fingers brushing his. Her voice was soft but firm. "Are you sure you don’t want to hear my reply—even if it’s a ‘yes’?"

Arin’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, his cheeks reddening as hope flickered in his gaze. "What... what did you say?"

Anya’s smile was gentle and sincere. "I love you too, Arin. I didn’t want to be late in saying it either. I love you, and I always will."

For a second, Arin was stunned, his face flushing deeper, his heart hammering in his chest. Then a bright, boyish grin spread across his face. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. So... this is like our first date?"

Anya chuckled, her eyes warm. "You could say that."

Arin leaned back, shaking his head in amazement. "You know, my mom kept teasing me about this. She said it was a date too."

Anya laughed, covering her mouth. "So your mom gave you the courage to say it, huh?"

He scratched his head, chuckling sheepishly. "Heh, yeah... you could say that."

Just then, their order arrived. The server placed the cupcakes and lattes on the table, the sweet aroma wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

Arin glanced at Anya, his smile still lingering. "Well then, let’s celebrate."

Anya raised her latte, her eyes shining. "To us."

And in that little café, with cupcakes, coffee, and shared laughter, they celebrated not just a confession, but the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

Their lattes clinked softly as they toasted to the unspoken promise of new beginnings. Both sipped in quiet contentment, savoring not just the warmth of the drink but the deeper warmth that came from knowing their feelings were mutual.

Arin watched Anya, his heart full. There was something different about her now—maybe it was the way the golden café lights kissed her features, or how her smile lingered longer, softer. Whatever it was, it made him fall a little deeper.

"So..." Arin began, swirling his latte, "how long have you known? About your feelings, I mean."

Anya chuckled, her eyes glimmering with a secret mischief. "Long enough to be annoyed that you took this long to say it."

Arin feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch. You're making me look bad on our first date."

She giggled, reaching over to poke his arm. "You make yourself look bad."

He grinned. "Guess I'll have to make it up to you."

They shared a laugh, the kind that came easy and genuine, filling the little corner they occupied with comfort. Their cupcakes soon arrived, soft and sweet, and they savored them slowly, letting the moment stretch out as if they could trap it forever.

When they finally left the café, the sky had dipped into a rich blend of gold and crimson, the sun melting away behind the horizon. The streets buzzed with the quiet hum of evening life, but for Arin and Anya, it felt like they were walking in their own little world.

They strolled side by side, close enough that their arms brushed. For a moment, their fingers grazed, lingering, unsure. Then, almost shyly, Anya slipped her hand into Arin's.

Arin’s breath caught, and he glanced at her, his grin wide and boyish. "You know, if you keep doing sweet things like this, I'll fall harder."

Anya glanced at him, her cheeks tinged pink. "And if you keep talking like that, I'll have no choice but to stay."

They walked in silence for a while, their joined hands swinging between them. Every now and then, they'd glance at each other and smile, words unnecessary.

As they neared the turn where their paths would split, Anya slowed down, her fingers tightening around his.

"I don't want this evening to end," she whispered.

Arin's heart ached, both in happiness and longing. "It doesn’t have to," he said softly. "There will be more evenings. More walks. More... us."

Anya nodded, but her gaze lingered on him as though memorizing his face. "It just feels perfect now, you know?"

"It does," he agreed. "And I’ll make sure it stays that way."

With a soft laugh, she stepped back slightly. "You're going to have to work hard for that, Mr. Confession."

Arin grinned. "Challenge accepted, Miss President."

They stood there for a moment longer, reluctant to part. Finally, Anya let go, her fingers trailing against his.

"See you tomorrow?" she asked.

Arin nodded. "Tomorrow, and every day after that."

She smiled—small, soft, and perfect—before turning and walking down her street. Arin watched until she disappeared from sight, his heart still hammering with the weight of her words.

As he made his way home, a smile played on his lips, his steps lighter than usual. He still felt the warmth of Anya’s hand in his, the echo of her laugh in his mind. And though the world outside was growing darker, he felt nothing but light.

When Arin finally reached his house, he pushed the door open to the familiar, comforting scent of home. "I'm back!" he called.

From the kitchen, Evangeline’s voice rang out. "Welcome home, sweetheart! How was your... not-a-date?"

Arin chuckled, shaking his head as he kicked off his shoes. "It was good, Mom."

Evangeline peeked out, her eyes twinkling. "Good enough for you to be grinning like that?"

He scratched the back of his head, a little shy. "Yeah. It... it went really well."

She walked closer, her gaze soft and knowing. "I'm happy for you, Arin. Oh! Did you bring me my ice cream?"

Arin’s eyes widened. "Ah, shoot! I forgot."

Evangeline laughed, waving him off. "Don’t worry. I can get it tomorrow. Besides, it seems like your head was filled with sweeter things than ice cream tonight."

He smiled, his cheeks warming. "Yeah... maybe."

Later that evening, after helping his mom settle the groceries and sharing a quiet dinner, Arin retreated to his room. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, reliving every moment of the night.

Her hand in his.

Her laughter.

Her words.

"I love you too."

And as he drifted off to sleep, a single thought echoed in his mind—

"This is just the beginning."

The next morning, Arin woke up earlier than usual. After freshening up and changing his clothes, he quietly made his way to Evangeline's room. The soft morning light filtered through the half-open window, casting a gentle glow over the room. As Arin stepped closer, he noticed Evangeline still curled up beneath the cozy blanket, her face peaceful in slumber. A mischievous smile crossed his lips. He leaned down and gently blew cool air into her ear.

Startled by the sudden sensation, Evangeline shivered and opened her eyes, blinking in surprise at the sight of Arin so close. "Baby, what are you doing here? And why is this window open?" she asked, her voice still laced with sleep.

Arin chuckled lightly. "It was already open when I came in. I just wanted to wake you up. I'm starving."

Evangeline glanced at the wall clock, squinting slightly. "It's too early, sweetheart. How did you wake up so soon? Did you sleep well?"

Arin hesitated for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the lingering warmth of the memories from the night before. How could I tell her that I barely slept, thinking about yesterday's lovely moment? he wondered silently.

Evangeline's soft voice broke through his thoughts. "Baby, are you there? Or are you lost in your own world?"

Snapping back to reality, Arin smiled and replied, "I'm here, Mom. I slept well. I even dreamt about delicious food, and I think that’s why I woke up early."

Evangeline chuckled, brushing her hair back. "You could've slept a little more. Your holidays just started today."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but could you please make something to eat? I've already planned so much for today."

Shaking her head with a fond smile, Evangeline sat up. "Okay, okay. Give me a little time, and I’ll make you a yummy breakfast. By the way, what have you planned for today?"

Arin grinned but remained coy. "First, wake up and freshen up. I’ll tell you after."

With a soft laugh, Evangeline got up and headed to the bathroom, while Arin made his way to the living room. He turned on the TV, the quiet hum filling the space. Time passed, and soon the warm aroma of hot, sour veggie soup wafted through the house, drawing Arin towards the kitchen like a magnet.

He took a seat at the table just as Evangeline placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him. The rich scent made his stomach rumble in anticipation. He picked up the spoon and took his first sip, his eyes lighting up.

"Mom, this is delicious. No, beyond delicious," he said, savoring the flavors.

Evangeline’s face lit up with a smile. "Thanks, baby. Eat as much as you want, okay?"

Arin nodded enthusiastically. "You're the best, Mom."

Leaning against the counter, Evangeline watched him with affection. "Now, tell me. What are these plans you’ve been hiding?"

Arin swallowed another mouthful before replying, "I'll study in my room until noon. After lunch, I'm heading to school to play Badminton with Anya."

Evangeline raised a curious brow. "You're going to play Badminton in an empty school?"

Arin chuckled a hint of pride in his voice. "Mom, we can play whenever we want, even during holidays."

Her brow furrowed slightly. "And how exactly is that possible?"

He grinned, savoring the moment of surprise. "Well, for one, we're the heads of the Badminton Club. And, more importantly, Anya and I are the Chairman and President of the Student Council. So, we kind of have the authority."

Evangeline crossed her arms, giving him a playful yet firm look. "Just don’t let that 'authority' get to your head, alright?"

Arin chuckled, his eyes soft. "Don’t worry, Mom. I'll keep that in mind."

They finished their meal with lighthearted chatter before Arin retreated to his room to focus on his studies. Evangeline, meanwhile, began her house chores, the warmth of their morning exchange lingering in her heart.

At noon, after a focused morning of studying, Arin made his way down to the kitchen. The comforting aroma of freshly cooked food greeted him, and he found the table already set with a delicious lunch. Evangeline stood by, her warm smile welcoming him.

"Here you are," she said with a gentle laugh. "I've been waiting for you. Let's eat."

Arin paused, a hint of concern in his eyes. "You should've started already, Mom. Why wait for me?"

Evangeline's smile softened her voice tender. "Because love grows stronger when we eat together."

Arin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with affection. "That means my body is filled with your and Dad's love. That's nice."

She laughed softly, nodding. "Yes, it is. Now, let's eat before it gets cold."

As they began their meal, Arin glanced up, his curiosity piqued. "So, when will Dad be home today? I just want to ensure I can wrap up my game before he returns."

Evangeline smiled thoughtfully. "He should be home before dinner. But you don’t have to rush your game just for that."

Arin’s eyes brightened with excitement. "Okay, Mom. As you say. I'm really happy he's coming home. It's been a whole month since I last saw him."

Evangeline’s expression turned soft and wistful. "Me too, baby. There’s so much I want to talk about with him."

Arin grinned playfully. "Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t keep Dad all to myself just to tease you. Though, you know, Dad loves me more than you."

Evangeline gasped in mock shock, her laughter filling the kitchen. "Oh, is that so? Such confidence, little teaser! We’ll see about that."

Their laughter mingled with memories of the past, weaving warmth into the afternoon. They finished their lunch with light-hearted joy, reminiscing about times gone by. Afterward, Arin changed his clothes and headed off to school, ready for his game and the plans ahead.

After a brisk ten to fifteen-minute walk, Arin arrived at school. Near the main gate stood Anya, arms crossed, her lips pursed in a playful pout as she caught sight of him. 

"And you told me yesterday that you're always punctual, huh?" she teased, her eyes narrowing slightly but glinting with mischief.

Arin chuckled, a hint of apology in his tone. "I’m sorry. I was spending some important time with Mom."

Anya's expression softened, her pout fading. "Oh... I didn't know that. Well, let’s head inside. Did you bring the key?"

Arin tapped his pocket with a grin. "Yes, I’ve got it. Don’t worry, I spoke with our PE teacher about it. We’re good."

Anya nodded, satisfied. But suddenly, a low rumble echoed, breaking the moment. She winced, her hand flying to her stomach. "Ahh! Can we eat something first?"

Arin laughed, tilting his head. "Huh! Didn’t you have lunch before coming?"

Anya sighed dramatically. "Nope. I thought we’d play first. But now I’m starving."

"Let’s eat then," Arin agreed, leading her to a bench near the playground. They sat side by side, the warm afternoon breeze brushing past them.

As Anya opened her lunch box, she glanced at him curiously. "Did you eat already?"

Arin nodded, smiling gently. "Yeah, I did. But I just wanted to keep you company."

Anya raised a brow, feigning suspicion. "Oh, so you’re planning to eat my lunch, huh?"

He laughed, leaning back. "Why not? We usually share anyway. Besides, my Mom says love grows stronger when you eat together, sharing laughter and memories."

With a soft laugh, Anya scooped a spoonful of fried rice and held it near his mouth. "Say ahh..."

Arin opened his mouth playfully, accepting the bite. His eyes widened. "It’s delicious! Who made it, you or Auntie?"

Anya huffed in mock annoyance. "It was me, you dork! Now, are you full?"

Arin smirked, his gaze warm. "Yes, I am... with your love." His words hung in the air, and a moment later, realization dawned on him. "That’s cringe, right?"

Anya burst into laughter, shaking her head. "You’re over the top, Arin. And yeah, that was pretty cringe."

Arin chuckled but fell silent, watching her as she finished her lunch. There was a comfort in their silence, a quiet bond that needed no words.

Once done, they stood and made their way to the badminton court. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the school grounds. They set up the net, their movements practiced and efficient. The birdies were ready, the rackets gripped firmly.

Arin served first, a sharp, clean strike sending the shuttlecock flying over the net. Anya met it with precision, her return swift and calculated. The game began with playful ease but quickly grew intense.

Back and forth, they battled, the sound of rackets slicing through the air mixing with their laughter and the occasional taunt. Each point was hard-won, each miss met with playful groans or triumphant cheers.

"You're slowing down," Arin teased, wiping sweat from his brow. "Need me to go easy on you?"

Anya grinned, her eyes flashing. "Keep dreaming. I'm just warming up."

Their rallies grew faster, sharper. The thrill of competition sparked between them, turning the casual game into a fierce challenge. The heat of the match pressed against their skin, but neither yielded. They ran, leaped, and struck with determination, their focus unbroken.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a golden hue across the court, their laughter became breathless, their movements slower but no less determined. Finally, after an exhausting final volley, Anya's shot skimmed the net and landed just out of bounds.

She dropped to her knees, laughing breathlessly. "Okay, okay, you win. But just by luck!"

Arin grinned, crouching beside her. "Luck? No way. This was pure skill."

She rolled her eyes, still laughing. "Sure, champion."

They sat there for a moment, catching their breath, and savoring the last light of day. There was a simple joy in their exhaustion, in the shared experience of a battle well-fought.

Finally, Arin stood and offered her a hand. "Come on, let's pack up. Dad will be home soon, and I promised Mom I wouldn’t be late."

Anya accepted his hand with a smile. "Alright, but next time, I’m winning."

"We'll see about that," he replied, helping her to her feet.

Together, they cleaned up the court, their laughter lingering in the air, a quiet testament to friendship, challenge, and the memories they were weaving together.

After wrapping up at school, Arin and Anya walked together along the quiet streets, the soft glow of the setting sun painting their path.

"Hey, Anya," Arin began, his tone light, "do you have any plans for these holidays? Like going somewhere or doing something special?"

Anya shook her head with a small smile. "Nothing yet. I was just thinking of studying hard. I want to beat you in these last school exams."

Arin chuckled. "So, besides plotting my academic defeat, you have no other plans? Well, since you haven’t decided yet, why don’t you and your family join us on our trip to the village? After all, it’s your village too."

Anya’s eyes lit up with surprise and curiosity. "Uhm, yeah. That sounds good. I’ll talk to my parents and call you later."

Arin hesitated for a moment, then added with a soft, serious tone, "And, Anya... don’t forget to tell them about us. About our relationship. It's better they hear it from you than through someone else."

Anya paused, nodding thoughtfully. "You're right. I'll tell them today." As they reached the point where their paths diverged, Anya waved. "Okay then, see you soon."

Arin smiled warmly. "Yeah. Take care of yourself."

With that, they headed home in opposite directions. The walk felt calm, yet Arin’s heart was restless with anticipation.

When Arin arrived home, he pushed the door open, slipping off his shoes. Just as he stepped inside, he caught the sound of familiar laughter from the living room. His heart leaped. He rushed forward, his footsteps quick with excitement. As he entered, his eyes widened in joy—there was his father, Theodore, seated on the couch, deep in conversation with Evangeline.

"Dad!" Arin exclaimed, rushing over and throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. "When did you come home? I missed you so much!"

Theodore laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. "Hey, buddy. I missed you too, my little champ."

Arin pulled back slightly, eyes shining. "How was your trip?"

Theodore smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The trip was amazing, full of new challenges, but I faced them head-on. And I just got home an hour ago."

Arin beamed with pride. "That’s my proactive Dad. I’ve got so much to tell you!"

Theodore chuckled. "And I’ve got plenty to share with you too. How’s school going?"

Arin hesitated briefly, glancing at Evangeline, who had been quietly observing their joyful exchange. "Actually, Dad, there's something about school I wanted to talk to you about."

Evangeline’s smile faded slightly, concern filling her eyes. "What is it, baby? Are you feeling uncomfortable again at school?"

Theodore’s brow furrowed, his tone reassuring. "You can tell us anything, Arin. We won't judge you."

Arin took a deep breath, his words deliberate. "I met someone. Someone I love. And she loves me too. I wanted to tell you both first—before you heard it from anyone else. If you give me your blessing, I’ll continue with her. If not, I’ll step back, because you both come first in my life."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore’s expression softened. "I thought it was something serious. I’m glad it’s not bad news."

Evangeline reached out, her hand gently resting on Arin’s arm. "What’s her name, baby? Is she a classmate?"

Theodore nodded encouragingly. "And don’t worry about any differences, whether it’s caste or anything else. We don’t discriminate. Tell us everything."

Arin exhaled slowly. "Her name is Anya. You both know her. I confessed to her yesterday at the café, and she said she feels the same. I also invited her and her family to join us next week on our trip to the village. I’m sorry I didn’t ask first."

For a heartbeat, the room was silent, and then both Evangeline and Theodore smiled warmly.

"We’re proud of you for coming to us first about something so important," Evangeline said, her voice tender.

Theodore nodded in agreement. "And it’s absolutely fine if they come with us. No problem at all. By the way, where were you coming from just now?"

"I was at school, playing badminton with Anya," Arin replied. "Didn’t Mom tell you?"

Theodore looked over at Evangeline, brow raised. "No, she didn’t."

Evangeline laughed softly. "I did tell you, but you were so overwhelmed seeing me that you didn’t really hear anything."

Arin grinned. "Mom, did you make anything to eat? I’m starving."

Evangeline shook her head. "Not yet, baby."

Theodore stood, stretching. "No need to cook tonight. Let’s go to a restaurant for dinner."

Arin’s eyes sparkled. "That’s great! I was getting a little bored with home food anyway."

Evangeline feigned a pout. "If that’s the case, I won’t cook for you anymore."

Arin laughed. "You’re so childish, Mom! Come on, let’s change before Dad changes his mind."

With playful banter still lingering, they each headed to their rooms to change. Later, with smiles and light hearts, the family stepped out together, ready to enjoy a well-earned dinner and the comfort of each other’s company.

The evening air was cool and comforting as the family stepped into the warmly lit restaurant. The hum of soft conversations and clinking cutlery created a cozy ambiance, and they found a quiet corner by the window, settling into the plush seats.

Theodore glanced around, his face glowing with satisfaction. "This place feels nice. Good choice."

Arin nodded, smiling. "I’m just happy we’re all here together. It’s been a while."

Evangeline reached out, squeezing Theodore’s hand gently. "Yes, it feels good. Like a little celebration."

The waiter soon arrived, and they placed their orders—spicy grilled chicken for Theodore, creamy pasta for Evangeline, and a hearty steak for Arin. As they waited for their food, laughter, and stories filled the air.

Theodore leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Arin, are you ready to introduce me properly to Anya next week?"

Arin chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I hope she’s not too nervous."

Evangeline smiled softly. "If she loves you, she’ll be fine. Besides, if she’s part of your life, she’s part of ours."

Just then, their meals arrived, the aroma filling the space, prompting a collective hum of appreciation. They ate heartily, savoring each bite and sharing light-hearted moments. Theodore shared tales from his recent travels—adventures that had them both laughing and marveling at his resilience.

As dessert arrived—molten chocolate cake and fresh fruit platters—Arin’s phone buzzed silently on the table. He glanced down, his heart skipping when he saw Anya’s name. Discreetly, he checked the message.

"Talked to my parents. They said yes. Also, I told them about us. They're happy for me... and for us. Can’t wait for the trip!"

A wide, relieved smile spread across Arin’s face.

"Good news?" Theodore asked, noting his expression.

Arin nodded, his voice warm. "Yeah. Anya’s family agreed to come to the village with us. And... she told them about us. They’re happy for her."

Evangeline clapped her hands softly, her eyes glowing. "That’s wonderful, baby. I’m so happy for you both."

Theodore chuckled. "Then it’s settled. It’s going to be a memorable trip."

The dinner ended with light conversation, the kind that lingered even as they stepped back into the night air. They strolled home slowly, talking and laughing beneath the stars.

Back home, Theodore stretched and sighed contentedly. "I’ll never tire of nights like this."

Evangeline smiled. "Me neither. It's the simple things that matter most."

Arin nodded, his heart warm with gratitude. "It really was perfect. Thank you both."

Soon, they bid each other goodnight, retreating to their rooms. Arin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind dancing with thoughts of the upcoming trip and the joy of having his parents’ blessing.

Days passed, As the long-awaited day of the village trip approached, a palpable buzz of excitement filled the air. Friends and family alike shared in anticipation, and even more, a new chapter had begun as Arin’s and Anya’s parents met for the first time, their budding relationship adding an extra layer of warmth and promise to the celebrations.

That night, beneath a starlit sky and with hearts full of hope, Arin found himself on the phone with Anya, both of them caught in a mixture of playful banter and the anxious thrill of impending adventure. “Hey, did pack everything for tomorrow’s picnic?” Arin asked, his voice a blend of earnest concern and light teasing as he hoped to keep the evening worry-free.

“I did!” Anya replied cheerfully, her tone confident and a hint amused as she teased him. “Everything’s all set on my end. What about you?”

A slight pause followed before Arin admitted, “I haven’t finished packing yet—there are still a few things to sort out. But don’t worry, I’ll get everything ready in time.” His words carried both reassurance and a touch of nervous determination, knowing well how much tomorrow meant.

With a gentle laugh that mingled affection with a firm reminder, Anya said, “Alright then, make sure you pack everything on time. I’m off to bed now. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” Arin replied softly, a smile tugging at his lips as he ended the call. In that quiet moment, as he looked up at the glittering sky, his heart brimmed with both excitement for the adventure ahead and warm comfort in the shared promise of a new beginning.

The next morning, sunlight gently poured into Arin's room, casting a golden hue across the walls. He woke with a contented smile, the warmth of last night’s conversation with Anya still lingering in his heart. A sense of anticipation buzzed within him as he rose, ready to embrace the day’s adventures with hope and excitement.

Before heading off to the village, both families decided to enjoy a picnic together. They chose a picturesque spot near a serene lake, its surface glistening under the morning sun. The grassy area was soon transformed with colorful blankets, wicker baskets brimming with food, and the joyful laughter of loved ones. The air was alive with the sounds of children’s giggles and birds chirping in nearby trees.

As the families set up camp, Anya’s father, Lucious, lent a hand to Theodore, working together to set up the grill. Nearby, Anya's mother, Ophelia, assisted Evangeline in laying out the delicious spread they had prepared. Sandwiches, fruits, snacks, and refreshing lemonade were carefully arranged, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Arin and Anya, both brimming with youthful energy at seventeen, were already engrossed in a playful soccer match nearby.

"I bet I can kick the ball farther than you!" Anya challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Arin grinned, his competitive spirit igniting. "No way! Watch this!"

With a determined swing, he sent the ball soaring. It sailed past Anya, rolling down towards the lake’s edge.

Anya laughed, her voice light and carefree. "Lucky shot! Let’s grab it before it takes a swim!"

The two sprinted after the ball, their laughter echoing across the water. Their parents called after them, a mix of amusement and gentle caution in their voices.

"Be careful near the lake!" Arin’s mother called, smiling at their youthful enthusiasm.

Lucious chuckled. "They’ve been looking forward to this picnic all week. No wonder they’re running around like that."

Back at the picnic site, the adults continued preparing the feast.

"This spot was a brilliant choice," Theodore said, admiring the tranquil view. "It’s perfect."

Ophelia nodded, setting down a plate of sandwiches. "And ideal for the kids. They’ll have a whole day of fun out here."

Arin and Anya soon returned, flushed with excitement and out of breath. As they caught their breath, Anya's eyes lit up with a new idea.

"After lunch, let’s try the paddle boats! They look so fun," she said, pointing towards the gentle lake.

Arin nodded eagerly. "Yeah! And maybe later we can play hide and seek in the woods. There are so many good hiding spots!"

Their excitement was infectious, drawing smiles from their parents.

"Come on, you two! It’s lunchtime. We’ve got your favorite sandwiches ready!" Ophelia called, waving them over.

The teens eagerly joined the gathering, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, their plates piled high.

"This is the best picnic ever!" Arin declared between bites. "We should do this every weekend."

Anya nodded, her mouth full but her eyes shining. "Yeah, and next time we can bring our bikes too!"

After the hearty meal, the families relaxed under the shade of a towering tree. The parents chatted in low, contented tones, while Arin and Anya lay sprawled on the grass, gazing up at the drifting clouds.

"That one looks like a dragon!" Arin said, pointing to a towering puff of white.

Anya giggled. "And that one looks like a giant ice cream cone!"

Their laughter blended with the gentle rustle of leaves, a melody of carefree youth, and shared dreams.

As the afternoon wore on, the families decided to venture onto the calm lake. Splitting into two paddle boats, Arin and Anya joined their dads, while their moms climbed into the other.

Anya paddled with a wide grin. "I feel like we’re floating on clouds!"

Theodore laughed. "Just don't paddle us too far, or we might have to swim back!"

Their lighthearted banter filled the air as they glided across the water, the lake mirroring the sky’s brilliant blue. The rest of the day unfolded with more laughter, games, and heartfelt stories, creating memories that would linger long after the sun dipped below the horizon.

As the sky transformed into hues of pink and orange, signaling the day’s end, they began to pack up their belongings, their bodies tired but hearts full.

Anya yawned, leaning against her mom. "Today was perfect. Can we do this again soon?"

Arin, his eyes half-closed with contentment, murmured, "Definitely. Next time, let's stay until the stars come out."

And with that promise, they left the lakeside, carrying with them the warmth of a day beautifully spent, woven into the fabric of their memories forever.

As they drove back from the picnic, their hearts light and their conversations filled with laughter and stories, the journey took an abrupt and terrifying turn. Arin's car jolted to a sudden stop—a tire had burst. Concern quickly replaced the earlier joy as both families stepped out to assess the damage. While Arin’s family waited by the roadside, Anya's car remained in perfect condition, ready to continue. After a brief discussion, they decided to split up. Anya, accompanied by her mother, Ophelia, continued towards the village, while Arin, Theodore, and Lucious stayed behind to fix the tire.

With no cellphone service, Theodore and Lucious walked to a nearby phone booth and called for assistance. The mechanic arrived swiftly, a quiet man with an unreadable expression. He worked quickly, replacing the tire and assuring them it was safe to continue. Grateful for his prompt arrival, they thanked him and resumed their journey towards the village.

But as Arin’s car sped down the winding road, an ominous sense of dread took hold. Suddenly, the brakes failed. Panic surged through the vehicle as Theodore and Lucious shouted instructions, desperately trying to regain control. But it was too late. The car careened off the road, crashing violently into a tree. The sound of screeching metal and shattering glass echoed through the forest, marking the end of a joyful day.

When help finally arrived, the scene was harrowing. Theodore and Lucious were gone, their lives stolen in an instant. Arin lay unconscious, a silent figure amidst the wreckage. When he awoke days later in the sterile quiet of a hospital room, his eyes were distant and empty. His memories—of the picnic, of his family, of his closest moments with Anya—were all gone, swallowed by the accident.

Both families were engulfed in grief and confusion, their sorrow compounded by the mystery of how such a tragedy could strike so suddenly. As prominent figures of wealth and respect in their community, they demanded answers, engaging the police to investigate the incident thoroughly.

Weeks after the accident, the investigation took a chilling turn. The police uncovered shocking evidence that the crash had not been a mere accident, but a carefully orchestrated plan. The revelation sent shockwaves through both families. The culprit was a trusted business partner of Theodore and Lucious, driven by greed and a ruthless desire for power. He had orchestrated the entire scheme, hiring a contract killer disguised as the mechanic. The saboteur had tampered with the tire the night before the picnic, ensuring it would burst on the return journey. When the call for help was made, it was the same man who arrived to "fix" the tire, only to sabotage the brakes and seal their fate.

The betrayal was devastating. The man who had shared their trust had plotted against them with cold precision. The police swiftly apprehended the mastermind, and justice was served. The court sentenced him to life imprisonment and imposed a staggering fine of Five Billion Shells (500,000,000) for his crimes.

Yet, the verdict could not undo the pain. The loss of Theodore and Lucious left an irreplaceable void, and Arin’s fractured memories were a daily reminder of what had been stolen. The families mourned, united in grief but also in a shared resolve to honor the memories of their loved ones and protect the future that remained.

Weeks after the arrest of the culprit, both families returned to their homes, each carrying the heavy weight of loss and unanswered questions. Arin, though alive, was a shadow of his former self. His memories of loved ones were gone, leaving only fragmented emotions and an unfamiliar emptiness. Yet, he was determined to regain his strength. Guided by his doctor’s advice, Arin took up yoga and focused on his nutrition, slowly rebuilding his mental and physical stability. His progress was steady, and soon, Evangeline succeeded in gently reminding Arin of her place in his life as his mother.

With exams approaching, Arin returned to school. Anya had already resumed her classes, finding solace in routine. When Arin walked into the classroom, a hush of empathy and curiosity filled the air. His classmates and teachers admired his sharper physique and focused demeanor, though they were equally saddened by the emptiness in his eyes.

One afternoon, during lunch break, Anya approached him, her heart hopeful. "Hey Arin, how are you? Let's eat lunch together."

But Arin’s expression remained distant. He looked at her, his voice low and uncertain. "Hello, miss. I'm doing well, thank you for asking. But... I'd prefer to eat alone. Could you please give me some space? Sorry, but I don't feel like sharing lunch with anyone."

Anya’s smile faltered, confusion flashing in her eyes. She softly, trying to connect "But I'm your friend... and more than that, I'm your little President. You always called me that. Remember?"

Arin's gaze didn’t change. His voice was firm but emotionless. "Some teachers mentioned I'm the Chairman and you're the President. As Chairman, I have the authority to assign tasks to you, keeping you occupied so you don't interrupt me. If you prefer less work, then please give me some space."

Anya stepped back, her heart sinking. His words stung more than she could admit. She was hurt and angry. "I hate you. I know you've lost your memory, but that doesn't give you the right to talk to people like this—especially to a girl who cares about you. You were kinder before... better."

With that, she turned sharply and left the room, her emotions swirling in confusion and pain. Arin sat in silence, finally finding the solitude he thought he wanted, though a strange ache lingered in the quiet.

Their silence stretched for weeks, neither willing to bridge the painful gap between them. Soon, exams began, consuming their thoughts and time. Even then, their cold distance remained, a silent wound left untreated.

A month later, the exams ended, but the silence persisted. Evangeline and Ophelia watched with worry. The mothers, still mourning the loss of their husbands, knew that their children's connection was another casualty of the tragedy. With the business now resting on their shoulders, they decided to manage it from separate cities, believing it would be the best path forward until Arin and Anya finished their studies.

Ophelia, determined to move forward, decided to return to their former city with Anya once the exam results were out.

When the results finally arrived, they were nothing short of astonishing. In a school known worldwide for its academic rigor and excellence in sports, Arin ranked first, and Anya second. Their scores shattered previous records, leaving teachers and students awestruck. The gap between them and the third ranker was significant—a testament to their unmatched determination and resilience.

Despite this, Arin remained unsatisfied, his eyes lingering on the numbers as though they should have meant more. In contrast, Anya accepted her result with quiet pride, though a shadow of sadness remained in her eyes for reasons beyond marks.

The school buzzed with celebration. Laughter echoed in the hallways, memories were shared, and old friendships rekindled. But Arin stood apart, distant from the joy around him. He soon took the entrance exam for a prestigious college and was accepted, while Anya's family prepared for their move.

On the day of her departure, there were no heartfelt goodbyes. Just silent glances and memories left unspoken. Two souls, once bound by friendship, now strangers divided by fate, circumstance, and a cruel twist of memory.

As Anya's car pulled away, Arin stood watching, feeling something stir within him—a faint echo of something lost, something important. But the answer remained elusive, like a word on the tip of his tongue that refused to be spoken.

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