With a cryptic smile, he uttered a strange prophecy, 'We'll meet again soon...' The words echoed in my mind, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Who was he? A forgotten friend, a figment of my exam-addled mind, or something more? Frustration gnawed at me. Why hadn't I asked his name? The fleeting encounter felt like a missed opportunity, a puzzle piece lost forever.The rain lashed against the windowpanes, a melancholic rhythm that mirrored the turmoil within me. Curled up with my books, I couldn't shake the feeling of a forgotten connection. His face, etched with a strange familiarity I couldn't place, haunted my thoughts. Was it the flush that stained his cheeks, like poppies blooming in the winter, that I couldn't forget? Yet, his name remained elusive, slipping through the cracks of my memory like smoke.Exhausted from overthinking, I absentmindedly chopped some fruit, drowsiness claiming me mid-chew. The sweet scent of freshly cut fruit mingled with the damp, earthy aroma of the rain, creating a strange yet oddly comforting ambiance. Sleep, however, remained elusive. The boy's words echoed in the quiet of the night, stealing away any chance of rest. After a restless night, I woke up with a renewed hunger and a nagging curiosity that demanded answers.