Love in the moonlight

“Stacy, are you fine?” Lydia asked, jolting her best friend out of her thoughts. “Huh? Yes… I’m fine,” Stacy replied quickly. “I was just a bit lost.” Lydia studied her face carefully. “What were you thinking about? Is it about what happened yesterday?” she asked, worry lacing her voice. “No, it’s not,” Stacy said, forcing a small smile. “I was just thinking about today’s class.” Lydia sighed. “You know you can’t lie to me. I told you everything will be fine.” Stacy lowered her gaze to her feet, trying to hide the storm of emotions behind her calm expression. “Come on,” Lydia said gently. “Let’s go for the next class.” Before they could take another step, the sound of a powerful engine filled the school compound. A red Porsche rolled smoothly into the parking lot, instantly drawing attention. Students stopped walking. Conversations faded. Within seconds, a small crowd had gathered. The car door opened. A tall guy stepped out, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. The top buttons of his shirt were slightly undone, revealing a relaxed confidence. Dark shades rested on his face, and boots completed his effortless look. His hair—dyed blue with a hint of silver at the tips—caught the sunlight as he leaned casually against the car, hands tucked into his pockets. Whispers erupted around them. “Isn’t that Andrew?” “Oh my gosh, he looks so good.” “Andrew just keeps getting better.” “Wow…” Andrew ignored the reactions, his face calm and unreadable, as though he was used to the attention. Stacy’s breath hitched. Her heart skipped—not out of excitement, but recognition. She knew that face. She knew that posture. And suddenly, memories she had buried deep began to rise—memories of laughter, quiet nights, and promises whispered under the moonlight. “Stacy…” Lydia called softly, noticing how pale her friend had become. But Stacy couldn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on him. “Hey, man,” a voice called out, breaking the tension. “How are you doing?” Andrew turned toward the voice, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he pushed his shades slightly down. “I’m good,” he replied calmly. Then his gaze shifted. For a brief moment, his eyes met Stacy’s. The world seemed to pause. And in that silent exchange, everything that had been left unsaid years ago came rushing back—unfinished, unresolved, and waiting for the night to speak again. Under the same sky. Under the same moon.