03 · One Year
One year, measured in ordinary days.
Around fifty-two weeks. A few hundred lectures. Countless small, unremarkable moments. Nothing about it was dramatic — which is exactly why it lasted.
The first months
Sunrise
Early classes, tired mornings, and a room that felt a little brighter than it had before.
01The middle stretch
Rain
Wet corridors and postponed plans. The feeling didn't grow louder; it just refused to leave.
02Somewhere in between
Falling Leaves
Semesters turned over the way seasons do — quietly, and faster than anyone expects.
03A full year later
Winter
Colder days, the same quiet respect. That's how I knew it wasn't a passing thought.
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