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.

Here’s a short, atmospheric write-up based on the prompt “meeting Komi after school.” The Quiet After the Bell

She hadn’t noticed me yet.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notebook. Not the neat, pristine one for homework. This one had a bent corner and a doodle of a cat on the cover. She flipped to a page, wrote something quickly, and held it up.

“Me too.”

She stood up, brushed off her skirt, and waited.

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