There was a girl and a boy. They were classmates.
One day, they were both late to class. Since nobody liked the subject, everyone had rushed to get seats at the back. By the time the girl and the boy arrived, the only seats left were in the front row—right next to each other.
It was just the two of them sitting there, side by side.
They had a history.
They used to be close, but something happened between them, and somehow, they drifted apart. Eventually, they became strangers.
That day, they sat next to each other, right in front of the teacher's desk. Ironically, the teacher couldn't really see what either of them was doing because their desks were lower than the teacher's line of sight.
Then, out of nowhere, the boy started singing softly.
The song was Sewindu by Tulus. It was about a boy who finally decided to stop waiting for the girl he loved because she had chosen someone else.
The girl heard him singing and casually joined in.
She liked Tulus, so she didn't think much of it. She simply sang along.
But there was something strange about the moment.
These two people, who had once been close and had eventually become complete strangers, were suddenly singing together again. In the middle of class. While the teacher was teaching.
It was probably the first time they had spoken to each other in a long time, even if they weren't actually speaking.
Neither of them seemed to care.
They kept singing together until they reached about halfway through the song. Somehow, they both acted as if nobody could hear them. Maybe they genuinely thought they were being quiet enough. Or maybe, for those few minutes, they simply didn't care.
They enjoyed the moment.
And then the song ended.
Just like that, they returned to reality.
They went back to being two strangers who had never spoken to each other.
They never talked again.
Not until now.
Years later, the girl realized something.
Maybe the song had been meant for her.
The lyrics were about giving up on someone you had been waiting for. Someone you loved, but who had chosen somebody else.
And suddenly, she remembered all the little hints the boy had given her back then.
She had never noticed them.
Or perhaps she had noticed them, but never understood what they meant.
She never responded to them, either.
And now, she couldn't help but wonder if that song had been his way of telling her something he had never been able to say.
She would never know for sure.
But sometimes, she wondered if, all those years ago, they had been sitting next to each other for one last time—
singing a goodbye they didn't know they were saying.
