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rightnewshindi · 2 months ago
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HPU: कंपार्टमेंट की परीक्षा में दो बार फेल विद्यार्थियों को मिलेगा गोल्डन चांस, 10 हजार रुपए फीस के साथ करें आवेदन
HPU: कंपार्टमेंट की परीक्षा में दो बार फेल विद्यार्थियों को मिलेगा गोल्डन चांस, 10 हजार रुपए फीस के साथ करें आवेदन #News #RightNewsIndia #RightNews
HPU News: हिमाचल प्रदेश विश्वविद्यालय (Himachal Pradesh University) शिमला ने कंपार्टमेंट की परीक्षा में दो बार फेल होने वाले विद्यार्थियों को विशेष अवसर देने का निर्णय लिया है। हिमाचल प्रदेश विश्वविद्यालय प्रशासन ने सोमवार को इसकी अधिसूचना जारी की है। इस बैच के छात्रों को पास होने का अवसर इसके तहत 2021-22 बैच के विद्यार्थियों को परीक्षा पास करने का विशेष अवसर दिया जाएगा। हिमाचल प्रदेश…
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internetdruid · 10 months ago
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oh my god what is the Creature in your pinned post pls I’ve never seen it before what a beautiful beast
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My all-time favorite animal!
It's a Takin (Budorcas taxicolor), a large Caprine native to Bhutan, India, China and Tibet.
despite sharing a similar appearance with and being within the subfamily caprinae with the Muskox (Ovibos moschatus), Takins are more closely related to sheep.
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There is an interesting myth behind the creation of the Takin (Budorcas Taxicolor) that contributed to its high religious significance and therefore led to its adoption as Bhutan’s national animal.
Legend has it that in the 15th century when Lam Drukpa Kunley also referred to as “The Divine Madman” arrived in Bhutan from Tibet he delivered religious teachings to the people whereupon they requested him to conjure up a miracle. He agreed on the condition that he would be fed lunch – a whole cow and a whole goat.
Doing as he commanded, the people offered him his massive lunch. The Tibetan saint devoured the flesh of both the animals and left out the bones. Then he fixed the head of the goat onto the body of the cow and with a snap of his fingers uttered a mantra. The animal instantly sprung to life and began grazing on the meadows. He then named it the “Dong Gyem Tsey” (Takin).
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els-moonleaf · 2 months ago
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Everyone’s most beloved Beloved
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Abbacchio sketch for this evening!
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emry-stars-art · 1 year ago
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(Op of the text post is no longer in the fandom/no longer wishes to be so I didn’t tag, and I’m hesitant to say to flood their notifs! Let’s be respectful but I wanted to give this its dues lol)
I literally have been thinking about this text post for a full year and it’s FINALLY TIME. Happy Halloween 🎃
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spirk-trek · 3 months ago
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S1E28: The Alternative Factor ⋆.˚ ✧ · ˚⊹ ·
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starcurtain · 5 months ago
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I would pay such good money for confirmation of whether Ratio and Aventurine have worked together before Penacony. How did it happen??? The talks that went on before Final Victor... The initial spark of inspiration to stick Those Two Guys together...
Like, I just have to know if someone in the IPC deliberately tossed Aventurine and Ratio on to a team together (with or without good intentions). Are any of the higher ups in the IPC or the Intelligentsia Guild out there counting on this partnership working out for the best?
To be a fly on the wall when Ratio found out who he'd been hired to "consult" with...
And Aventurine, getting the IPC mission orders across his desk like "Ah, yes, finally. He's here. My Government Assigned Boyfriend™."
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gyudons · 2 years ago
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friends supporting friends (screen actors guild awards, golden globes, oscars)
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lafaiette · 8 months ago
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I've seen some people ask for comparisons between Pen's Chinese and English lines, so I made a small compilation to show the biggest changes that most baffled me.
There is a kind Chinese player, Yu, who offered the fandom much of the info and insight contained in this post, and she was the first to shed light on these differences! Without her enthusiasm, I doubt people would have started investigating Pen's original lines ;_;
Under the read more because this is long!
Brief premise: the Chinese dialogues in the game are often less "harsh" than the English ones. For example, Qi can sound rude and condescending in English, while he's pretty polite, if not a bit aloof, in Chinese. Justice's lines in English rely on the typical "hey pardner" cowboy accent, while in Chinese he's very professional, almost overly so.
That said, the English writer who worked on Pen made it no mystery that he based his characterization of Pen on Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. There is even a line directly referencing the movie: "[...] when I was a boy I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large. Now that I'm grown I have five dozen eggs [...]"
As such, English Pen sounds much different from Chinese Pen. He's more patronizing and rude, and the writer added stuff that it's simply not present in the Chinese text. So while in English Pen can sound like a knucklehead obsessed only with muscles and training, surrounded by adoring women and fans when in Duvos, in Chinese he shows a different, almost more innocent side, as if he were a very tall and big child who has never had a day of legitimate and healthy fun in his life (and that's carried across in some of the English lines - that's why his English version is a bit contradicting sometimes).
Here are some examples:
One of his lines as a Good Friend is:
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Here it's implied that Pen gives the Builder a hard time not only to push them to improve themselves... but also because he likes doing it, referencing his friendship mission where he admits he doesn't like teaching people anything, he just wants to fight them.
Meanwhile, the Chinese version says:
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I keep calling you a weakling just to urge you and encourage you to exercise hard and break through your limits. If you won't have me to protect you in the future, you will have to become an eagle for me!
Here "eagle" is a reference to the way Pen calls the Builder in Chinese: 小弱鸡 "little weakling/little chicken" - and the latter is a rude way to call someone in Chinese, especially if they are a man and the "chicken" character (鸡) is repeated twice (but 鸡 by itself is also slang for "female prostitute"... so if you want to read it that way, Pen can call the Builder "my little slut" when in a relationship. HEH.)
In any case the tone in this line of dialogue is much different from the one in English, and Pen sounds genuinely enthusiastic.
Another example:
At the start of the game, Pen asks the Builder to craft a Sword and Shield for Burgess, who apparently misplaced his own. It turns out Burgess hid them under his bed, so when the Builder tries to give the weapons they crafted to Pen, he will tell them to keep them.
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As usual, the English version is mocking and patronizing ("Hah! That'd be rich!"). In the Chinese version, Pen first compliments the desert:
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In this case, take it back and use it for yourself! Use it to explore the desert and fight those monsters - what a thrill! The desert is very dangerous, but it is also full of charm.
Then there is the line about Logan and his band:
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Hey! Maybe you can still find traces of Logan's gang! If you subdue them, you will gain both fame and fortune! [Okay, see you next time] [not shown here]
Now, some romance stuff : >
This is the description for the Robo-Love Couch. In English it says:
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Meanwhile the Chinese description:
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Referred to as the "Love Sand Machine", Peng Hu specially built a loving sofa for you, pieced together from the remains of robot monsters in the ruins.
He specially built a loving sofa for the Builder. It seems like a silly detail, but wording is important!
And yes, Pen's full name is Peng Hu, 彭虎. Peng is his family name, Hu his birth name. Hu 虎 means "tiger", and now you can understand why Grace suspected him to be Tiger the spy. But that would have been too easy!
Peng 彭 is a common Chinese surname. Its original meaning is believed to be "sound of war drums" (sad implication), but it's also used as an adjective to mean "big". So Pen's full name can mean "big tiger" :D
Back to the couch! Lines are different during the date in Paradise Lost, too.
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Come on, little weakling, come and sit next to me. Let's give this trophy a "kiss of victory"! Do you do this with everyone you date? Wait, it seems I'm regretting it a bit... Happiness comes too suddenly...... (Kiss Peng Hu)
In the English version, the Builder can ask "How many of these thrones have you built...?", implying that Pen has had so many lovers he can craft this couch in a matter of few seconds. But in Chinese, the Builder's question is much different, it's more like: "Damn, are you always so over the top when dating someone??"
One of the biggest differences is in this set of lines:
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Okay.
Meanwhile, in Chinese:
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Today's experience made me realize that love has used a deadly locking technique on both of our hearts. Let me no longer doubt the feelings between us. This love is true love! Now, I am even more unwilling to take my eyes away from you! Haha!
I MEAN.
Also, in Chinese Pen never mentions the infamous 12 girlfriends when the Builder and Grace question him in jail. Yu confirmed that throughout the game Pen doesn't brag about his love life or his popularity with women, probably also due to the negative way Chinese culture sees this kind of "bragging".
Not only Pen and many other characters are younger in Chinese Sandrock (Pen's age ranges from 25 to 27, while he's confirmed to be 31 in the English localization), but he's depicted as being not very experienced in relationships in general. He basically only knows how to fight, punch people, and destroy stuff. Anything else - having friends, being with someone who truly loves him and whom he truly loves, having a normal life - are something he never experienced before. He did date (see his final letter later), but he's not described being the Casanova of Duvos like he is in the English version. In fact, it seems people only liked him due to his body and status, and a remnant of this piece of characterization is left in the English text when he says:
Surely, you understand… I am quite the prize. I can’t take myself off the market just to become arm candy for you to show off at your little buildy guild awards or whatever it is! No, what I desire… is true love…
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In Chinese, he says during the Masterclass friendship mission: "To be honest, I never thought I'd be able to make friends, let alone with someone of your stature/body size! But here we are, with a sick relationship!"
In English: "You know, Skinny, I’ve never had someone I really considered a friend before. Furthermore, I always promised myself I’d never be friends with anyone who didn’t have an awesome cape, but… you made me break that promise."
"I never thought I'd be able to make friends" is different from "I’ve never had someone I really considered a friend before." In the first line, the focus is on Pen ("I don't know how to make friends; I'm not good at it; it's not for me; how do you do it?"), in the second it's on other people ("I've been surrounded by people all my life, but I don't consider any of them to be a friend of mine; yeah, I call this one 'friend', but... they are not really really a friend")
The Chinese line is much sadder, and it shows how lonely Pen's life has been. One of his main characteristics, after all, is being "special", "the strongest", "different from everyone else"; but more often than not, being special and different also mean being "lonely". ("I must say it gets lonely at the top… What I wouldn't give for a truly talented opponent who could really keep me on my toes! Alas...")
And now, the grand finale :'>
A screenshot from Yu's playthrough, Pen's final line:
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Farewell, Yu. This time it's for real. You're free.
The Protector, the bracelet Pen will leave for the Builder in the cave, is called "Guardian of Love" (爱的守卫者) in Chinese. Its description says:
A very delicate bracelet that protects the wearer's wrist. Wearing it gives the wearer a feeling of being emotionally confined. Perhaps this feeling is similar to what Peng Hu often said, "Marriage is a boring bondage".
His letter in Chinese is also sweeter and sadder:
最近在这所谓的阿塔拉最高监狱,我也多了点时间思考,没法带你一起来陪我,多少有些遗憾。罢了,这事也怪我。不管怎么说,你也算是我交往过的恋人里最让我上心的,也是为数不多分手之后我还继续挂念的。所以,我打算原谅你了。对——我原谅你了。我想我们也没有机会再在一起了,你也不过是做了你那个位置该做的事,没什么值得抱怨的。我应该一开始就努力把你“招安”了,让你跟我一起,才是最妥当的做法。当然我也没怨你,你确实很优秀。我还留了个最后的挑战给你。在某个遗迹里,有我最宝贵的几样东西,如果你能拿到,就归你了。运用我教给过你的一招半式,要去到那里应该很容易。我亲爱的小弱鸡,这是我最后一次这样叫你了,我相信你的能力。记住,不要怠慢了训练。我们,后会无期。
Dear [name], I've had a little more time to think lately in this so-called Atara Maximum Prison, and I'm more than a little sorry that I couldn't bring you along to accompany me. Well, it's my fault. Anyway, you are still the most beloved lover I have ever been with, and one of the few that I continue to miss even after a breakup. So, I'm going to forgive you. Yeah - I forgive you.I don't think there's a chance we'll ever be together again. You're just doing what you're supposed to do in your position, so there's nothing to complain about. I should have tried my best to recruit you from the beginning, and it would have been the best way to keep you with me. Of course I don't blame you, you're indeed excellent. I also left you a final challenge. In some ruins, there are a few of my most valuable things, and if you can get them, they're yours. It should be easy to get there, using the tricks I've taught you. My dear little weakling, this is the last time I'll call you that, I believe in your abilities. Remember, don't slack off on your training. We won't meet again. (but 后会无期 can also mean "meeting at an unspecified/unclear date")
And finally, if romanced, Pen will leave for the Builder 5 pieces of gold, 2 diamonds, and 1 Protector. 521 (and 520) are a cute way to say "I love you" in Chinese, because when read aloud they sound like "我爱你, Wo ai ni, "I love you". But in some cases, 521 also means "Yes, I will [marry you]" - and Pen does drop a diamond ring after his final battle (apparently he drops it only if you romanced him, but it's unclear yet. I'm pretty sure he didn't drop it during my Fang playthrough, while he did drop it when I romanced him, but I'll need to check that).
WELP, this is pretty much everything I got on this! If the kind Yu will tell us more or I find anything else, I'll update this post!
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loadingbnha · 30 days ago
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THE MOMENT NAOMASA REALIZED THE EXTENT OF WHO ALL MIGHT ACTUALLY IS
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For refrence; a side by side comparison of how Naomasa knows All Might vs how Toshinori is when he actually lets loose
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muzarry · 14 days ago
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Here's something I'm working on, a full length comic about my owl house AU! So far I only have some references and the logo, but the plot is slowly cooking 👀
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purrpl-png · 3 days ago
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part 1 of drawing random cookies (inbox is open, feel free to request)
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ive been playing a lot of crk lately its holding me on chokehold istg anyway i love golden cheese so much i bought 2 keychains with her lol
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secriden · 1 month ago
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ok OK HEAR ME OUT THO-- what if... because Liu Qingge was never meant to survive past the qi deviation in PIDM, he's the only non-transmigrator character who can see the influence of the system on the world?
i'm thinking it plays out something like this: lqg emerges from the Ling Xi caves to find he can see these... strings of what looks like energy flowing around. he can't really tell what it is, and at first he thinks its a new quirk of his latest breakthrough but when he rushes to help defend Qiong Ding Peak from the demon invasion, he realises that certain people have these auras of energy around that are especially pronounced. like he's mostly preoccupied with fighting off the demon invasion but distantly he notices that lbh has this golden glow (ie. protagonist golden halo) around him although its threaded through with dark red energy. curious. sqq also has this inexplicable dark energy around him that occasionally flashes bright blue when he seems to freeze and go absent minded. even stranger.
when mqf comes along, lqg asks about possession and mentions the strange energy but mqf assures him that they'd already tested it and that there's nothing wrong aside from the new poison in sqq's system. yqy also acts as if everything is normal even though everything is clearly NOT normal because sqq is acting very weird. but also all his weirdness happens around these pulses of blue and lqg starts wondering sqq's being forced into acting the way he is.
(yqy also has a dark aura about him although its different from sqq's. it's also very reactive towards sqq like they're tied together somehow and lqg finds it very disturbing.)
in this situation, i think sqq and lqg would have way more interactions because lqg's suspicious of sqq but also worried?? cuz he can tell that sqq is being manipulated/affected in some way. he starts hunting for monsters/beasts that help with fighting off possession or curing curses but none of them seem to have any effect. he notices the almost unnatural way sqq will act in contrary ways and how they're always attached to that same pulse of blue that only lqg can seem to see. he notices the weird way the aura's clash when sqq interacts with lbh or yqy and starts feeling protective because he can tell sqq is trying to cause as little harm as possible.
he starts wondering why no one else seems to care that something is clearly not alright with sqq. even if they can't see the aura and the energy bursts, surely its obvious just from what they know about sqq. he starts to become angry. then he becomes determined. because if no one else can see that some unknown entity is hurting sqq, then its just going to have to be lqg that saves him.
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crnl-chicken-tots · 16 hours ago
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Something something fate bound enemies to lovers slow burn 10k blah blah blah
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uncanny-tranny · 25 days ago
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I know for a fact I've talked about the golden records, but I don't care because here is a sample of some of my favourite greetings on those discs
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There is something so vulnerable, precious, and human about sending up pieces of our hearts into space. Even when we know that there may not be anybody out there to hear us, we are still whispering to whomever might listen how much we love them, how much we want to connect. No matter how small the chance is, we're taking it to say that love is real, that we are real.
How is that not something to be in awe over?
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writingsfromhome · 4 months ago
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The Golden Years
A/N: really liked this song the first time I heard it and decided to write something based off of it!!
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5 years ago:
The halls were noisy with the rush of the bell; the day had ended and everyone was eager to get home on the spring Friday. I sit in the music room with my guitar, strumming softly trying to get the tune out of my head.
The music room had the familiar woody smell, I never really knew if that was from the furnishing or all the instruments but I never got tired of it.
The only other people here are Thomas who’s napping after skipping his last class and the music teacher who’s setting up the class for next week’s lesson. He liked me and by extension allowed me to linger in his class after school. And sometimes let my mates stay hidden from hall monitors.
I wave goodbye to him as he finishes up, wishing him a good weekend. He just misses y/n walking in.
Y/n y/l/n. She moved down the road from me a couple years ago and she was always fascinating to me. She’d made friends her first few months here and stuck with them—those same friends hated my friends for various reasons but they always gave me an excuse to interact with her albeit in an annoying way.
Y/n was known to win out the lead for any play our school has put on. She had an infectious energy and I’d spent every moment she caught my eye gazing at her—not that I’d admit it if anyone ever asked.
She spots me and smiles, I remember to smile back at the last minute, shocked that she was acknowledging me with one. We hadn’t been nice to each other in a while; the circles we ran in loved to hate each other.
“Hey Harry,” she walks up to a nearby desk and perches there. “Whatcha working on today?”
I try to compose myself, “hey. Y/n. Uh I’m just trying something out. Something new.”
“Can I hear it?” She asks, her eyes alight with a genuine interest. It catches me off guard again.
“Really?”
“Yeah! I asked didn’t I?!”
“It’s really rough.”
“That’s okay,” she shrugs. She makes herself more comfortable.
“Really rough I-“
“Please?”
With a bat of her eyes I’m putty. I take in a deep breath—here goes nothing. Or if anything this would just be one more thing her friends could make fun of me for. Maybe that’s why she was here.
I strum her what I’d been working on for the last hour and hum along. She listens intently, her expression shifting and opening up as the chords change. Being me and nervous, I end it on the wrong note and nearly poke my eye out with the neck, making an awkward save as I set it down on my lap.
She sits quietly after the production, back straight and gazing out the window with a relaxed smile.
“I know you said that’s rough but that was amazing.” She says to me. “You’re actually bloody talented Harry.”
“Aw uhm well thanks,” I mumble. My cheeks feel on fire. I rarely played for people like this. If they were around while I worked on pieces that was alright but I’ve never had an audience of one.
“No really! You have a gift how long you working on?”
“The day.”
“The day!” She shouts and her enthusiasm makes me laugh. I don’t know why she was being so nice to me but it fills me with a buzzing joy. “You have such a way with your music like each strum is a new part of a story. It’s good! I can imagine it in a movie.”
I blush harder, “Thanks I um…I really enjoy it. Sometimes it’s easier to express myself with this than with…with like a conversation?”
She nods in understanding, “Y’know you should share your music. Start a channel or something online and post stuff! Like covers—people love covers-“
“I don’t really like to sing.”
“But I bet you’re good at it too?”
“Uhm nah I’m-“
“Don’t get shy on me now!” She nudges me and I swear I feel it linger even after she moves her hand away. “You’re such a tough jerk in the halls when you’re picking on my friends don’t go soft now.”
I laugh until I’m doubled over, part overjoyed and part embarassed because it was true. I don’t know why I was suddenly being shy.
“I’ve got to warm up my vocal cords,” I touch my throat once I’m done laughing. She grins. “I can’t sing right now.”
“I’ll hear it one day. I’m holding you to it.” She points a finger at me. “You should be performing this stuff.”
The idea of performing outside the walls of the music room felt both exciting and daunting. But the earnestness in y/n’s eyes give me a sense of courage.
"Maybe," I shrug. "I've never really thought about it.”
"Well, maybe it's time you did," she suggests gently. "Don't let your talents stay hidden."
“Yeah,” I smile. “Makes sense coming from you.”
“What’s that mean?” She raises a brow.
“Our year wouldn’t be blessed with all your productions, you’ve got natural talent too.”
“Yeah well,” now it’s her time to blush. “I really enjoy it.”
“I know.” I say. She catches my eye and a tender fondness passes between us.
“Anyway, I promised Clara I would braid her hair before her football match so I’ve got to go. But…it was nice talking Harry.”
I watch her go and I can’t wipe the dopey smile off my face the rest of the weekend.
5 years later:
I didn’t think I would see her here. After all, she lived across the pond these days and had rsvp’d as a maybe.
But there she stands with the same group of friends that surrounded her even back then. They’re all a little older, grown into people their secondary selves could only imagine becoming. But even now, they’re faceless next to her; she commands all my attention.
She looks stunning in a simple blue bridesmaid dress and her hair grown down in waves. The wind lifts her hair and she looks as majestic as the first day my eyes landed on her. As radiant as every day I’d been with her afterwards. She was golden sunshine and every minute I got to spend with her had been golden too.
Four years since I last saw her. Those four years had gone by in the blink of an eye; it had been fun ‘til it hurt.
I feel a surge of emotions—longing, regret, and the tiniest speck of hope. They compete for dominance as I indulge studying her for a moment longer and just as I look away her head lifts, catching my gaze for the briefest second.
My heart races.
I turn and wander to where my mates pass a football around. Just like we used to. Some things never changed.
Some things did.
“You see her yet?” Thomas asks.
“D’you not see the look in his eye?” Abe, his twin brother, asks.
“Yeah I saw her,” I interrupt before they wheedle me for how I looked. I could imagine it, the regret and sorrow etched into my face. “It’s been four years I’ve already told you lot I’m over it.”
My friends glance at each other.
“I am.” I insist.
“The lady doth protest—ow!” Ramo rubs his chest where I’d tossed the football.
“Where’d this even come from?” I nod to the football.
They shrug, “Some kid had it. We stole it from him.”
I sigh and look around the space. One of our best mates from secondary was getting married to Hailey, one of Y/N’s mates. That’s why half of our class was here a short walk from where we all went to school.
The reception should have started a half hour ago but the couple were stuck in traffic. Apparently. So all the guests have been entertaining ourselves and that meant stealing footballs from children.
“What happened to that lady you were supposed to bring along?” Abe asks.
“Lady?” I ask.
“Yeah wasn’t she a few years older than you?”
I repress the urge to sigh, the same as when we were school boys these friends never stopped teasing each other. Of course I also did my fair share but the trick was to never let them know it cut too deep.
“We ended things a while ago,” I say as if it doesn’t poke at an old wound to say.
A while ago was two weeks ago when she found out my ex would be at the wedding and I had sent a text to the best man clarifying if she would be there. She had seen the message and gone batshit, talking about trust and about being emotionally closed off. It was hours of arguing into the night before she’d left home. We’d broken up the next day.
The old wound was feeling like I was never going to find love like I did with her. With Y/N. Every relationship I’d had since crashed and burned worse than a Nascar vehicle with faulty mechanics.
If I would've known those were the golden years, I would have done things so differently.
But for the last two weeks instead of pathetically staring at pictures with my ex and wondering if I should call her to make up, I was pathetically looking at the polaroids of Y/N and I that I kept in an old box. I wondered what happened to the ones she had, if they had gone up in flames or if they lived in a shoebox under her bed.
My attention’s snagged by the boys elbowing each other and glancing at me and then behind me. I turn just in time for y/n and a couple of her friends to walk up to us.
I try to play it cool but I don’t know how I look; probably like a deer in headlights, and y/n is the bright stark headlights.
But her eyes slide off of me and onto the group and it feels like I’ve become the deer after the headlights have blinked out of sight.
“If it isn’t the poor four,” one of y/n’s friend uses our nickname from school. “And who’s this?”
“Dinis,” Dinis puts the football down and extends his hand to Clara. We watch them flirt.
“Didn’t you know Dinis in college?” Abe asks.
“Clara moved away in college,” y/n says smiling at the interaction happening in front of us. “Obviously she hasn’t felt the Dinis-effect yet.”
Her friend and her laugh.
“Oi Y/N haven’t seen you in a minute how’s the Angel City?” Ramo asks.
“You mean the city of angels?” Y/n raises a brow and the group laughs again. I’m too mesmerized watching her talk, seeing her alive and in person in front of me to catch the joke in time so I smile along with the group. “It’s cool, always something to do. But I don’t actually live there anymore I moved out of the city last year. Get some breathing room.”
My heart skips a beat. “I heard the city’s as rammed as ours.”
I anticipate her attention, us locking eyes, something passing between. When our eyes do meet I feel a rush of familiarity and uncertainty.
And she simply glances like I’m just another bloke to her, nods, and the looks back at the group. “Yeah sometimes even worse if you can believe.”
Someone else asks another question but my head is filled with a loud buzz. Reality feels like it crushes me down as easy as an aluminum can; I was spared a glance. She spared me a glance. That’s all I was to her?
“Where d’you think the newlyweds are?” Clara asks.
“Traffic,” Abe rolls his eyes.
“Think fast,” Thomas suddenly shouts and the football is whizzing past me towards Clara. We watch in horror as it hits her with a thwack in the chest.
“What the fuck Thomas!” Clara holds her hands out as she stares at the dirt staining her blue dress. “What the-“
“That’ll come off,” Clara’s friends assure her. “It’s not mud don’t-“
“Here,” suddenly Denis is beside her and holding out his hand. “I’ll help you clean it off.”
“What the hell mate?” I look at Thomas. He’s flushed and looking scared. I’m too busy looking at him to notice Clara’s pitched the ball back at him and it hits him in the side of the head, knocking some sense back into him.
“Nice one.” Someone mutters.
“I’m sorry!” He finally finds his voice as Clara walks away with Dinis.
“You’ve got shite all over your hair,” Abe points out to his brother.
“I’m outta here before I’m next,” y/n’s other friends starts to back away to the group they were in previously.
“Where?!” Thomas starts rubbing it off which only spreads it further into gelled hair.
“Let’s go,” Abe hauls his brother away with an arm locked around his neck, tussling the dirt in his hair as they go.
“So…” Ramo looks between y/n and me, scratching the back of his head. “That was crazy. I should return this ball to…”
He trails off, walking away from the two of us. Which wouldn’t have been as awkward except he just left a cloud of awkward in his stead.
“Y/N,” I say softly like I was approaching a feral pup.
“Harry,” she replies, her tone polite yet distant, a subtle barrier between us.
“I don’t think they’ve changed much,” I act like I wasn’t aware of everything unspoken.
She smiles politely. “Nope. Just as boyish as the day we all met.”
“That wasn’t our proudest moment-“
“Yeah you boys thought you could beat us girls at British bulldog.”
“Little did we know,” I shake my head. We’d been badly beaten and battered by the girls’ team. We didn’t take to losing very well back then.
“If only we knew then what we know now.”
I look over at y/n; it felt like she was saying one thing but meant something else. Something that sounded close to reminiscing about us.
But with how she was acting it made me feel like I’d made us up. Was it never that serious for her?
“Wouldn’t have fucked up so much?” I ask.
“Yeah something like that,” her lips tip into a half smile. She still hasn’t looked me in the eye for more than a second. I missed those eyes. I missed the way they used to look at me.
“How’s the acting?” I ask. I wait for her to look at me, acknowledge me more than she did. Wait to see if alone together there would be more meaning in the looks we exchange but she stays facing forward.
“It’s slow right now. I haven’t been booking much this season which is why I was able to make it to this.”
“Sorry to hear that,” look at me I want to say instead.
She shrugs. “It happens. Slow seasons then you find yourself booked back to back and burnt out. Nature of the biz as they say.”
“Very LA.”
We go quiet and I feel my heart explode at the distance she was keeping; I can sense her guardedness.
"I've missed you," I confess quietly, unable to hold back the truth any longer. "I think about you often."
Her gaze softens, a fleeting vulnerability crossing her features before it hardens into something stonier.
"It’s been four years," she notes in an even voice. “Surely you’ve moved on Harry. Don’t try to flatter me now.”
I don’t think I had moved on, I think with a sinking heart. I hoped tonight would be a night of reconnecting and exploring if there was anything left of us in the future. But it seemed that y/n had made up her mind about what her future was going to be long before this.
“Oh look Clara’s back,” she spots her friend walking back towards us. Dinis is nowhere in sight but she’s splotchy and windswept.
“I’m going to literally kill that prick. I’ve got a wet spot on my front like I’m still bloody breastfeeding or something.”
“It’ll dry up,” y/n pats her friend’s dress. “It’s sunny out don’t worry.”
“It better by the time we do photos.”
It’s like I’m not even there. They continue talking and slowly turn to walk back to their other friends.
“Nice talk,” I call out.
Clara’s still too busy ranting but y/n glances at me. Her smile is a reflex as she waves, unengaged and apathetic.
I feel a jab in my chest, I don’t know what to think. The last four years I’ve been so afraid I’d let go of the best thing. That I’d never find a love like hers. Meanwhile she’s moved on so much that I wasn’t even an ex any longer. I was just someone she knew in grade school. That hurts. It feels like lava dripping over my chest.
“Y’alright?” Ramo reappears at my side. He looks genuinely concerned.
“Yeah!” I put on a smile I don’t even feel. “Just wondering when this party’s getting bloody started.”
I feel Ramo’s eyes on me as I walk towards another drink but he doesn’t say anything more.
***
I sit with my arm around Y/n and her head rests on my shoulder. Sometimes the quiet moments we existed in beat out the others. They fed my heart and heightened every sense of mine.
“I wrote something,” I whisper into her hair. She turns her head to look up at me and I gently pull away. “A song…for you.”
“For me?” Y/n’s eyes are alight with shock and something else. “You wrote a song for me?”
My heart pounds as I confirm with a nod. “I’m halfway done but I wanted you to hear it.”
“Well go on,” she sits up and angles herself towards me. “I want to hear it!”
I pull my guitar case closer to me and open the familiar snaps, pulling the instrument out and close to me with shaky hands. Y/N watches with an excited attentiveness.
I began the melody that started as a few chords in my head the first time Y/N and I kissed under this tree and has continued to build for the 4 weeks since. This tree felt like it witnessed so much of the 5 weeks we’ve officially been together and I wanted to write an ode to it as much as y/n.
I couldn’t believe it was only 5 weeks but after a summer and a whole semester of flirting and hanging out I’d finally asked her out at the end of January. It was now March and Y/n had gotten her acceptance letter from across the ocean. She had told me last week with nervous hands and I wanted her to know we would always have this thing between us no matter what decision she made.
Y/n smiles as I begin but her eyes grow misty as I finish my final lines I had so far.
"And under the cherry tree, where love and laughter will always be," I sing softly, my voice cracking with emotion. "I'll cherish all these memories, even when you're not beside me."
“Oh Har,” she tips forward and I catch her against my chest, her head buried in my neck. “I can’t imagine living so far from you. Leaving you and everyone behind.”
“It’s the adventure you’ve been waiting for,” I reassure her. “You’re gonna make it big.”
“I don’t know if it’s worth it,” she whispers.
I pry her away gentle so she can look me in the face. I want to selfishly tell her to stay and never leave me. But even more than that I want her to do what she has always been passionate about, what she loves to do.
Love.
I love her, I realize with a clarity that cut so deep it tumbles out of my mouth.
“I love you,” I say. She freezes in my arms and I fumble to continue. “And I want you to live the life you always imagined. You’re destined for amazing things y/n I know it. I’ll always be here.”
“Will you?”
“Of course,” I kiss her on her temple and ignore that she didn’t say it back. That I said it too soon damnit we’d only been dating a month. What was wrong with me?
“I think you need to share your talent with the world,” she reminds me.
“That’s why I joined the talent show with you.” It was y/n’s idea, a final hurrah before we graduate and to prove to myself that I could get over my performance anxiety.
“We’re gonna crush it.”
I nod, the lump in my throat grows too big for words. She seems to sense it like she always does and pulls me into her this time.
It would take her a week to whisper the three words back to me, in the darkened corner of a house party right before she leads me home. It was a long week but so worth it.
***
The next time I catch y/n alone is when I’m talking to Hailey who’s thanking me for the few words I gave for her now husband Michael. The husband in question was doing the Macarena and Hailey was the sort to never be caught dead doing that sort of thing.
That’s why the couple never made sense to either group of friends. Yet they were the ones with a ring on their finger this many years later.
“Hailey oh-“ y/n is tipsy, I can tell with the sheen to her eye and the permanent half-smile etched into her lips. “Sorry didn’t realize-“
“That’s alright!” Hailey wraps her arm around y/n. “This girl is the best. She literally hopped on a last minute flight to be here! Can you believe that? I was crushed when she said maybe but ugh she always swoops in last minute saves the day. That’s always been her, back in the day during one of our school dances right, I got caught with…”
Y/n and I lock eyes as the bride babbles on and there. Finally there. The passing look of two people who know what the other is thinking without a single word.
She seems to catch herself and after an intense few seconds and a small smile she composes her face into an unengaged one and jostles Hailey.
“Hailey Harry doesn’t care! I just wanted to get a photo with you and Mik-“
“He’s too bloody busy doing cringe dances-“
“He’s actually having a drink looking for you now but look at this.”
“What?” Hailey’s head swivels around the room as y/n presents her phone with the groom doing a very serious macarena.
“And they say gen z get all the cringe dances,” I comment. Y/n snorts and then covers her mouth, her laugh falling away into a composed expression.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” I say before I can think. A part of me was getting desperate and a little irritated and another felt heartbroken all over again.
“Do what?” She asks as Hailey prances away from us when she spots Michael.
“Be all serious and composed around me. If I’m funny just laugh. My ego could use a lift.”
She stares with a tight lip and cautious eyes.
“You used to laugh the most at my jokes,” I say a bit softer. “Made me feel like the funniest bloke in the room.”
Her eyes lose a bit of their edge but her mouth is still hard-set and a wrinkle forms between her brows. That was new.
“I-I’ve gotta go.” She says. “Gotta get the picture.”
“Right,” I shove my hands in my pockets and watch her go back to the married couple. Right before she reaches them she turns slightly. When she finds me still watching, she jerks back around.
Hope siphons into my chest.
***
“This is the best song!” Abe shouts in my ear as he and the remaining wedding guests belt out Sweet Caroline.
It was late into the wedding party. Much of the older invitees had gone home and kids with their footballs were probably tucked into bed. What remained were Hailey and Michael’s school friends and a few stragglers that were too drunk to want to go home.
“Final song,” the DJ announces. “Time of my Life.”
All night I had been stealing glances at y/n waiting to see if she would come to me. Reciprocate even an ounce of anything I felt. But she hadn’t. She’d gone out of her way to avoid me even when we’d bumped into each other outside the toilets. She’d simply brushed past with a mumble of something I couldn’t make out.
I think what I said to her made her angrier. The anger, and the cold shoulder was new. It makes me feel small.
But I’d had enough drinks by now to feel confident. Enough to walk to where she dances with some friends.
“Y/n.”
She startles and plays it off with a laugh. “What d’you want?”
I motion my head to the side. To talk.
Hesitation makes her eyes weary but she follows after a moment.
Everyone around us sings along to the song. The irony isn’t lost on me.
“What?” She asks.
I stare at her openly, she allows me as she searches my face herself. I grasp at something to start this off with but I’ve had a few drinks myself.
“I used to think you were completely out of my league,” what comes out is a random thought in the speech I’d built up in my head throughout the night.
Her nose wrinkles, “what are you on about Harry?”
“Don’t do that,” I clutch my shirt. “Don’t act like we’re strangers, like we didn’t have something together.”
Her smile falls away, “we had something…like four five years ago. That’s…that’s ages ago Harry. Tell me you’re not still hung up on it?”
Her voice cuts right through me but it’s her gaze that doesn’t quite look at me that gives her away.
“Look me in the eye and tell me I mean nothing to you now,” I cut through the bullshit. It might have been the realization that I’d stayed hung up on this woman for years, sabotaged my love life on the idea I’d find nothing like what we had. And she stood here in front of me now undermining what we had. Making me feel crazy.
She looks me in the eyes, the eyes that haunted me in my dreams.
“I…it was a long time ago Harry.”
“Then why’ve you been avoiding me all night?”
“I haven’t. We’re talking now?”
“So I’m nothing to you?” I ask, hearing the hurt and wishing I didn’t sound so desperate.
“Look. We were young and free and what we had back then doesn’t actually translate to much when you look back as adults.”
“Is that what you tell yourself? So you can freeze away your feelings for what we had?”
She gapes, then turns away with her arms wrapped around herself like the freezing caught up.
“I don’t know what you want.” She finally says.
“I just…” what did I want? “I want to know if you ever think about us. If you have any regrets…if…”
She sighs, “Of course you cross my mind from time to time. But I wouldn’t have regrets. I can see why someone would have regrets, however, after they just let someone they called the love of their life go. Especially when she needed him the most.”
There it was. Her hot anger.
“When you needed…”
“Yeah!” She barely glances at me. “I was scared of leaving and losing you and being alone and all the unknown things. And you left me. You just…said goodbye to us.”
Woah.
Her eyes prick with tears and she turns back to the dancing crowd. The song was winding down and the venue being cleared. I feel the opportunity pass through my fingers.
If I would have known, I would have held her longer. I would never have left her alone. Especially when she needed me the most.
“Y/n,” in a desperate move I grab for her arm and turn her back around. Her lashes are lined with tears, her mouth open in an “o” as she looks up at me. My eyes can’t help themselves as they flicker down to them. This was the closest I came to holding her like before. Her eyes do the same and I feel my heart racing in my chest.
“I’m sorry,” I croak. “For what it’s worth.”
“It’s not worth much,” she says through a watery smile. Trying not to cry; trying to stay composed.
“I’m still in l-“
“Stop,” she puts her hand on top of mind and gently nudges it off her arm. She shakes her head and her hair falls gently to cover her face. “I can’t do this right now Harry. I travelled all this way to celebrate our best friends. But the distance between us was for a reason.”
“It’s been years-“
“Doesn’t change how you left me after I gave you my whole heart. Or the fact that that we ended.”
“I truly an sorry,” I say to her retreating figure.
The shame I feel courses through my body; I couldn’t have known better back then. I was young and stupid and I didn’t realize these types of decisions weren’t to be made lightly. That their repercussions would echo for the rest of my life.
I left her under the cherry tree in the courtyard of the school we’d graduated from. It was late June and it haunted my memories since.
Under the skyward branches of the blushing cherry tree, a solemn silence hung in the air. It was the last day of our final year, and emotions swirled between us like the spring breeze.
Y/N stood with her back against the tree trunk, her yearbook clasped tightly to her chest, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. I stood before her, my hands nervously clenched in my pockets, heart heavy with the weight of impending decision.
"I can't believe it's over," y/n murmured, her voice cracking with emotion as she meets my eyes. "Four years went by so fast."
I nod, unable to maintain eye contact. It wasn’t school ending that was making us this sad but what would come of us as I would attend school in the country and y/n out.
This decision weighed heavily on my mind ever since I learned y/n was attending ucla across the ocean—a decision she had made long before we acknowledged our feelings for each other. Now facing the idea of long-distance, I couldn’t shake the fear that everything was changing and things would be different in an unknowable way.
"Yeah," I manage to reply. My voice comes out hoarse, my throat tight with tears I was pushing down. “I'm going to miss this... miss us I…”
Her lower lip trembles, emotions ripple across her features. “Harry god I’m gonna miss us, you…just getting to be together everyday!”
I scrub at my eyes, not wanting to cry right now. She notices and wipes them for me. “You've been my rock through everything this last year."
I take a step towards her, closer. She was the sun and I wanted to bask in her glow, always. Except today wasn’t a bright day, my heart breaks at the sight of the tears streaking her cheeks. “Y/N I…” I try to find the right words but they fail me again. In the meantime a hundred chords play through my mind, deepening the grief I felt.
Suddenly a surge of panic grips me, my blood turns cold like it usually did when I thought about her leaving me. When I consider the depth of what this meant.
Deep down I couldn’t bear the thought of losing y/n but at the same time the unknown was playing at my fears, my anxiety. Imagine a future where she’s thousands of miles away. Everyone I know who talks about long-distance always gets their heart broken…distance never makes relationships stronger.
What if, I think, what if I just rip the bandaid off.
Wouldn’t that be the merciful thing to do? Instead of continuing to a point of no return. I mean what if we try long-distance, y/n creates a life in America, and realizes I was holding her back? What if we end up hating each other?
My brow feels slick and my heart pounds away. I clear my throat.
“I love you y/n.” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
“After this summer, after you leave-“
“We don’t have to talk about this right now let’s just enjoy now and-“
“How can we?” I finally break. “How can we enjoy now when we know there’s an expiry date to all this!”
“Harry,” y/n grabs my hands. Attempts to soothe my anxiety but I’d passed the point of no return. The words continue to tumble out.
“What if…maybe it’s for the best if we…if we let go now.”
“What?” Shock colours y/n’s face and her eyes fill with tears. “What are you saying Har?”
“I don't want us to... to hurt each other trying to make this work.”
Her mouth hangs open and I can see her heart breaking in front of me. It kills me inside.
“But Har,” her voice grows desperate. “We talked about…we could…we’ll make it work-“
“Y/n,” now my own grows desperate. I wanted to stop talking about this, now that I’d made the decision to let go I wanted to just cut this loose and run away. “We’ll only hurt more.”
Her lower lip trembles and tears coat her bottom lash as she looks up at me through her top lashes. She whispers, “This isn’t fair.”
“I know,” I hang my head. “I’m sorry.”
And I was. I didn’t want to be the one to break us up but what choice did I have? I was doing it as the best case scenario.
Tears spill down y/n’s face and her voice is barely audible over the rustling of the cherry tree, “b-but I love you.”
I close my eyes for a brief moment, the sway of the leaves now roaring in my ears. Or maybe that was just the blood rushing to my face. I feel my heart turn to dust and my entire body aches as the weight of the decision coats me. “I love you too y/n. I love you now and always.”
I clasp her hand and squeeze it. She squeezes back, a sob pulled forth by the contact.
“Y/n…maybe this is how we say goodbye. On our own terms. With space to…to heal.”
Y/n cries harder and I pull her in, tucking her into me because she fit so perfectly in my contours. A part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this, I always imagined our goodbye at a Heathrow terminal under bright lights and linoleum floors.
We both cry into each other but I pull away first, I had to be the stronger one.
“I wish you nothing but the best,” I cup her face. “I…”
I didn’t know how to translate the dust of my heart. I kiss her one last time and then again on her forehead.
With that, I turn away unable to stand in the heartbreak. Every step away from her and the cherry tree feels impossible but I walk away from the girl who was my everything, feeling torn between the love I had for her and the fear of what the future would bring.
All I’d been thinking about was myself. About how I’d had friends who tried long distance and how their ending was more brutal than ripping the bandaid off from the get go.
That summer we avoided each other at parties, at our local haunts, and on the day she left I watched her car pull away from my bedroom window and leave forever with a leaden feeling in my heart. That I’d made a big mistake, too big to ever fix.
Tonight was the night I was supposed to set thing right. But things were just getting worse.
***
“After party!” Abe wraps his drunken arm around my shoulder. By then I’d sobered up with a quiet moment off to the side, smoking even though I’d tried to quit ten times in the last month. “I thought you quit that you cheeky bugger!”
“I’m going to,” I squish the cigarette against the wall. “You said after party?”
“After party!!” Ramo hollers coming up from behind. I take in the scene before me, the string lights were having their power cut, most of the tables were wiped clear of cutlery and tablecloths. Just like that the magical night Hailey and Micheal had been planning for months was over. Now they had their whole lives in front of them.
“Har?” Someone snaps a finger in front of my face.
“Huh?”
“Where’d you go?” A group had gathered in front of me, a mix of groomsmen and bridesmaid. Y/n isn’t one of them.
“What?” I ask again. “What’s this about an after party?”
“The party isn’t done,” someone replies.
“Please?!” I hear someone else say off to the side. Now that the music had also turned off it had gotten quieter in the venue.
I turn to the other conversation and see Hailey tugging y/n’s arms, trying to convince her of something. And just like that y/n’s eyes meet mine and something like resignation passes through them.
“-you in?” Michael claps my back and I’m jolted back to the crowd in front of me.
“Yeah,” I assumed they asked me about this after party. “Let’s keep the party going!”
Whooping ensures and everyone trickles out into the parking lot.
“Where is this again?” I ask whoever was closest to me.
“Schoolyard?” Clara answers. “If we don’t get kicked out for loitering that is.”
“We’ll just have to be quiet.”
Clara side eyes me and realizes I’m joking. She huffs a laugh. “It’s like hoping for your 1 year old to go to bed without a tantrum.”
“That’s right,” I suddenly remember. “You had a baby last year. Congrats on that Clara.”
She laughs again, “You’re sweet Harry. Thanks. It’s been a hell of a year but I’m a glutton for punishment because all I can think of is skipping the after party to bury my face in my daughter’s. She’s probably asleep though. I’d wake her up.”
I imagine Clara with her daughter, she was always mothering her friends when I’d hang out with y/n in school. “I can see you being a wonderful mum. Your daughter probably adores you.”
“Not as much as I adore her,” Clara sighs. I chuckle and another laugh comes from the other side of me. I startle to see y/n walking beside me.
How long had she been there? Our eyes meet and the smile she sends me is sweet and innocent. Like that day in school long ago when she walked in on me tinkering away on my guitar and asked me to play something for her.
It throws me off just like it did then. I turn away.
“We’re just gonna walk there!” Someone ahead of us shouts back to the group.
“In these heels?” Someone complains.
“The girls can take a car?” Hailey suggests. So some of the bridesmaids pile into one but Clara and y/n stay with Hailey.
“I’m sensible now,” Clara stretches her heel-less foot out. “Y/n you sure you don’t want the ride?”
“I’ve been dancing without these for the last two hours.” Y/n shrugs. “My feet can handle the walk.”
“Are we betting how long it takes to get kicked out?” I ask the remainder of the crew.
Bets start flying, I bet 40 minutes.
“D’you think the cherry tree is still there? That was probably the loveliest bit of our school every spring.” Clara asks. “I haven’t been back in ages.”
“Yeah!” Hailey pipes in. “We did some of our photos there when we did save the dates. We ended up using the ones at the garden though.”
I glance at y/n, I can’t help it. She has the same idea because she looks at me too. I didn’t understand what was happening tonight. I’d nearly given up on reconciling but here she was suddenly giving me softened looks, her hard edges dulling down enough for me to bump into her shoulder and try joking.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“What?” She balks. “Ideas?!”
“Hey Har,” Hailey turns to me. “D’you still play? That guitar remembers guys? He was always playing that thing.”
I avoid y/n’s gaze now.
“Not really.”
“Harry’s a tight-ass finance bloke now,” Ramo says for me. “That creative spirit died after he and a little somebody-“
“I’m not,” I cut Ramo off knowing he was going to say something that would make all of us awkward. I continue to avoid y/n’s attention. “A tight-ass finance bloke. I like to think I’m a fine-ass finance bloke. And it’s because I just don’t get the time these days.”
“You were so good,” comes y/n’s thoughtful commentary.
“He was wasn’t he?!” Hailey continues. “Thought I’d see you on TV or something. That show with the contestants? I always thought if anyone from school went on there it’d be Harry.”
“Thanks Hailey,” I’m uncomfortable under everyone’s scrutiny. And the way Abe keeps wriggling his eyebrows at me and tilting his head to y/n.
By now we’ve reached the school grounds and watch as the rest of the girls scramble out of the car. I spot the cherry tree on the far side, no longer in bloom and smaller than I remember.
There’s a buzz about the group, like being together all these years later in the schoolyard brings with it some life-changing magic. Like time’s worn thin tonight and we can almost reach out and touch our school selves.
“Hailey and Michael!!” Ramo shouts incredibly loud. My 40 minute bet shrinks to 20. “Official Mr. And Mrs!! Let’s fucking go!!!”
They all take off down the field, open bottles dangling from their hands, jackets and gowns flying in the wind as they go.
I take off after them, laughing as a bubble of relief flows up from my lungs. It was just like before, running across the school field with my mates, laughing and shouting random shite into the world.
I glance to my side and y/n’s pumping her legs but falling behind the group. I hold out my hand without thinking but she comes to a full stop. So do I.
“These fucking heels.” She peels them off and sighs in relief, tossing them to the side and taking a swig of her wine bottle.
“You might need those later.”
“Fuck those heels!” She shouts louder.
I laugh and hold out my hand, “We’re falling behind. C’mon!”
She grabs it and we run to catch up, and I’m grinning so hard I feel like my cheeks are going to split. This might be an illusion of a moment I could only dream of but I didn’t care. Despite the night sky and nippy air, everything was sunny and golden.
The finish line was the cherry tree at the end of the yard and our friends pile around it, out of breath.
“Jesus I’ve got stitches,” Clara complains. “I’m never doing that again.”
Hailey giggles and wraps her arms around her husband. “I love all of you so much. Thanks for making this day so special.”
We all pour our love back to the couple. Alcohol and conversation begins to flow around the group and eventually I find y/n sitting beside me tugging at the grass.
“So you really don’t play anymore?” She asks softly after a while.
Her eyes are round and inquisitive as she asks, and I could drown in them. I think of everything I could tell her about not playing—how it made me think of her, how it hurt too much to play after a while, how that part of me was dead and I didn’t like to dredge it up anymore.
Instead I shake my head and leave it hanging, staring down into my lap.
“Why?” She whispers, edging closer to me so that our knees nearly touch. I wonder if she notices or if it even matters.
Again I think of all the reasons and my eyes fill with tears as I do. I’d shut away so much of myself because I had too much love for y/n that couldn’t go anywhere. I’d shut the love away and myself as well.
She taps my knee and I look up, her eyebrows scrunch together when she notices the tears.
“You were supposed to do big things with that guitar of yours,” she whispers to me. And it sounds exactly like something she would have said to me all those years ago. It’s too much. I take the bottle of wine sitting beside her and take a swig. She watches me with concern.
“Music,” I clear my throat when my voice comes out hoarse. “Music didn’t really hold the same magic afterwards. After we…I stopped…speaking in it.”
“Well fuck. That makes me really sad.”
“It’s alright—numbers became my new language.”
“How depressing!”
I laugh and cut myself short when it nearly turns into a sob.
I was sitting with y/n after all these years, under the cherry tree, and she was farther away than ever.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “For being a chicken. Leaving before you left me. Then I just watched you go.”
Y/n opens her mouth and closes it after a second. Voices from the group drift over to us, Michael discussing honeymoon plans, Clara showing Dinis photos of her daughter, someone talking about a teacher we all hated.
“That was really sweet what you said to Clara earlier,” y/n says. It’s so random it takes me a second to recall.
“Oh yeah. Well she was always fussing over your friends like a mum. At least whenever I hung out with all of you.”
“She did. Makes sense she’s the first of us to be a mum. Although it wasn’t really planned—I’m really glad it turned out like this for her in the end.”
I nod, unsure where this was going.
“Har I-“ y/n’s voice sticks and she quiets again. It kills me to wait instead of telling her to spit it out.
“Y/n,” I say gently when she presses her lips together and doesn’t speak. I nudge her knee this time. “What?”
Our eyes meet and a galaxy of things rush between us. Memories, like distant stars, flicker with joy and pain. We’re caught between them—caught in the gravitational pull of the past and the very solid present of each other.
“I…I was hurting so bad after. After you said-after we broke up. I forgot you were probably hurting too. That the hurt could have always lingered too.” Y/n admits.
I forget to breathe as a constellation of emotions pools in our eyes, an ache from the unspoken admission that maybe we had missed each other all of this time.
“We were so young,” y/n continues. She picks at the grass. I imagine it helps feel in controls amidst the emotional storm happening between us.
“We were.”
“So free,” she laughs a little.
“Yeah. Too free. I don’t think I realized what I wanted until it was too late.”
“You had the whole summer,” the soft accusation cuts deep. I feel the gravity of how much it affected her.
“I was so scared of the hurt I…”
“Yet we hurt anyway.”
Those four words suck the oxygen out of my lungs, I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to.
We sit in another silence, I think about the version of us that didn’t leave the cherry tree separately. The version that kept holding on.
Maybe there could be a version of us that comes back to the cherry tree and leaves together this time. That thought spurs me into action.
I stand and brush the grass off my pants. Y/n watches me with a confused expression.
I hold my hand out to her for the second time that evening.
“Dance with me under the cherry tree?”
She flushes as our friends quiet down. But she grips my hand and I pull her up towards me.
“Really?” She whispers.
“Where’s the music?” One of our friends asks and as we begin our slow dance a phone breaks out in a slow number. It makes y/n giggle.
“This is incredibly cheesy.”
“Just embrace it.” I tell her. “The last time we were here-“
“We don’t have to keep talking about it,” she looks up at me. “It was so long ago. We can’t change the past. We really were young and we just have to-“
“Y/n,” I cut her off. “We were young but our love was real.”
This leaves her speechless. She simply furrows her brows and blinks away whatever emotion it pulls forth. And with her arms locked tightly behind me and my arms on her waist, we continue to sway. A quiet yearning defying time and distance fills the space between us; even as I pull her flush against me and she buries her face in my neck.
“That’s more like it,” I can hear Abe say in the back with a whistle before everyone laughs and goes back to chattering.
“So,” y/n says softly after a while. “When I blew you off at the wedding you were going to say something.”
I hardly remember. I was going to say a lot and I was probably a few drinks in.
“I lied.” She continues. “I tried to forget about you. I held onto the anger so I wouldn’t hurt when I thought about you. Then I looked you up every once in a while expecting some musical thing attached to your name but I never did see anything—now I know why.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle.
“So you really stopped after we broke up?”
“Yes,” I say again. “I tried that summer but everything sounded like…like a donkey trying to sing. I gave up on it ever sounding good again.”
“That’s a shame Harry,” she says and I know she means it but I don’t want to focus on me.
“So you looked me up did you?”
“Don’t start on that,” she flushes. I drop it but not the smile on my face. She notices and buries her face into my shoulder.
We continue swaying to whatever song was queued on our friends’ phone. It feels like we’re all 17 again and staying up later than our parents would like. It felt like we were all young and free, not 20-somethings sitting around our married friends.
“I can’t believe we’re all back here again.” I comment.
“I know. Feels fake. Especially being back here, with you.”
“I hope this is alright?” I pause but y/n tightens her grip.
“It is. Y’know no matter how many people filled the space after you.” Y/n says. “It was never you.”
My breath catches. Was she saying-
“Incoming!” Someone shouts and before I can ask where the group erupts in chaos. People run every way I’m surprised nobody bumps heads.
“What!?” I say just as a flashlight beam cuts across my face. The police. “Oh fuck! Let’s go!”
I grab y/n’s hand and we run away from whatever authority was stalking towards us with flashlights.
It’s just like the old days.
“Harry!” I hear Thomas yell up ahead and I veer to the right towards it.
“Ow! Shit!” I hear y/n shout behind me before she releases my hand.
“What? What are you doing?!” I rush back to her.
She’s picking a rock out of her foot, behind her the lights grow closer.
“Those fucking heels!” I shout.
“Bad decision!” She tosses another pebble off her foot.
“No time! Get on!”
“What?” She freezes but I turn around and crouch, tugging her arms around me so she can get the hint. She loops her legs around my waist and even though I’m slowed down we somehow make it, laughing and stumbling, towards Thomas and Abe. They wave at us from just beyond the school ground and once we make it in the clear we head back to the venue and our parked cars.
“That was insane,” they gush.
“Felt like the golden years,” I grin.
“The fucking golden years,” they laugh.
“Okay designated drivers,” Michael says when he catches sight of us. “We have to get out of here.”
There’s a final round of bidding the newlyweds adieu and waving them off. I look for y/n once they blink out of sight.
“I came with Jamie,” she wraps her arms around herself.
I take my jacket off and drape it around her. I’m transported to doing the exact same thing after house parties because y/n would complain that a jacket would ruin her outfit and then walk home shivering.
“What if you go home with someone else?” I ask.
“You’ve got a car?”
“No,” I regret not driving myself now. “I came with one of the boys.”
“Shite.”
“Yeah…”
“Where are you staying?” She asks.
“Uhm…I came from my flat. Near Shoreditch.”
“Oh right.” She looks away. “You live in the city…right. I’m staying at my mum’s.”
“That’s not too far. My parents still live down the road from yours.”
“I know,” she smiles. “What if you dropped me home? And I invite you in?”
“Y/n,” I tug her closer. “What’s this you’re suggesting?”
“Staying?”
The sight of her, the feel of her, her scent and her perfect hand on my chest envelop me. I couldn’t say no; I was under her spell.
“That would turn this amazing evening into an amazing weekend.”
“And who knows what comes next,” she whispers as I lean the rest of the way. I want to kiss her.
“I want to kiss you.”
She doesn’t respond. She simply stretches up and presses her lips to mine. My heart collects itself and explodes in an explosion of slime.
She feels the exact same, tastes the same, but the confidence is new. It makes me dizzy. I want her even more.
“Get a fucking room!” Thomas says from behind. “Are you two gonna need a ride or planning on shagging in the bushes over there?”
I flip him off and finish the perfect kiss, using every bit of my willpower as y/n’s hand trails down my neck and back to my chest.
“Go on,” I say without even looking at my friends. “We’ve got an after after party.”
“Gross,” someone grumbles behind us.
“G’night!” Y/n shouts and with our chests heaving we break apart, grab hold of each other’s hands, and begin the walk to her house.
We walk in silence—our hands swinging between us tells you everything you need to know about how we were feeling.
At her front door y/n smiles up at me. It feels like deja vu, standing in her doorway with her looking at me like that. Knowing we were going to her bedroom just to get in bed. Time folds in on itself as I press a kiss to her lips.
“I’m so glad I couldn’t stay angry tonight,” she strokes my face. “I would’ve missed all this.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “I’m glad my mug’s so handsome it wore you down.”
She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling. “It wasn’t the mug. Although it is even more handsome than the last time I saw it.”
I kiss her, “Mmm then what was it that wore you down?”
“I dunno,” she sighs. “You? Us?”
Us.
“Whatever it was, I’ll make sure to write it a thank you note. Now why don’t you open that door because my hands are not going to stay PG for very long. And I’m pretty sure your mum’s got one of those camera doorbells.”
“Oh god,” she whips around and laughs before slapping a hand to her mouth. “Sorry mum!”
We stifle our laugh and step inside. Deja vu comes rushing at me again at the familiarity of her home.
As we sneak up to her room I think about what y/n said. It was true, even though she couldn’t pinpoint it. Despite how we felt at the beginning of the night it was always going to end this way. Something about us was always meant to come back to each other.
You. Us. Her.
It was always her.
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