The Fence Between Us

Episode 4: A Blessing Is Also a Goodbye

The ceremony ended, and people gradually began to leave the schoolyard. I stood there for a long time, still holding the small gift box in my hands. The late afternoon breeze swept by, gently brushing the hem of someone’s uniform in the distance. I looked toward his back — Mathis — talking with a few friends the girl from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

I stepped into class 12A1 when the room was already empty.

Without a word, without hesitation, I walked to the desk I was sure was his — second row, near the window. I opened the box and pulled out the letter. Then I tore the old letter into tiny pieces, from my notebook, I took a fresh sheet of paper and carefully wrote:

"I hope you’ll fly far, and high.

And if possible… don’t forget where you started."

I didn’t sign it. I folded the note, placed it in the box, and gently pushed it into his desk drawer.

That was it. I left.

At some point, the sky had turned dark.

On the way home, the first drops of rain began to fall.

I didn’t have an umbrella. I didn’t run.

I just walked — slowly — letting the rain soak my clothes, my hair clinging wetly to my cheeks.

There was a weight in my throat.

I tried to swallow it down, but it only caught tighter.

When I got home, my mom called from the kitchen: "Leyla? Why are you all wet? Didn’t you bring a raincoat? Did something happen?" I didn’t answer. I just quietly climbed the stairs, one step at a time, my soaked shoes squelching with every move, once in my room, I closed the door behind me. Leaning against the cold wooden frame, I slid down to the floor and I cried.

Not loudly, just… tears falling, over and over, without stopping.

I had liked him.

But maybe…

a blessing is just another way to say goodbye.

Thanks all