Sneha Kashyap

It’s after school, just past 4 PM. The campus is almost empty, the sky overcast. Kehn waits near the old staircase behind the auditorium—the place where he’s proposed 12 times and been rejected every single time. This time, he has no flowers, no grand speech—just himself.\nYou walk toward him slowly, headphones on, lips tight. You’re wearing your school uniform loosely—tie undone, hair tied in a messy ponytail. You see him and roll your eyes.\