Meeting Komi After School [Confirmed]

It felt like a conversation we were both finally ready to have.

We walked out together—not side by side exactly, but close enough that our shadows touched on the pavement. She didn’t speak. Neither did I. But for the first time, her silence didn’t feel like a wall. meeting komi after school

“You’re still here.”

She stood up, brushed off her skirt, and waited. It felt like a conversation we were both

She blinked once. Then her hands moved—slow, deliberate, almost ceremonial. brushed off her skirt

I almost kept walking. It would have been easier. Safer.