My Fourteen-Year Romance with My Best Friend

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The next day, unexpectedly, Yasmine came to school.

She brought candies for her classmates, who gave her a cheerful farewell, and she gave Dylan a photo album of the three of us on a trip together. It was said that Dylan cried in the boys' bathroom all afternoon that day.

At night, she went to find me, and we walked around the school together. She suddenly suggested, "Let's go to the practice hall again."

We climbed to the highest floor of the building. We hadn't visited the familiar practice hall for a whole year. We pushed open the door, and the musty smell that greeted us was nostalgic. The empty hall seemed to conjure up long-ago scenes of Dylan and Yasmine chasing and teasing each other while I watched quietly on the side.

Just like yesterday, it was so beautiful, but it felt like a long time ago.

"Calvin, who plays the cello." Yasmine suddenly laughed. "Let's perform 'Romeo and Juliet' again?"

"Okay."