Strangers—
that's what we were.
I first saw you on the next street nearby,
wearing your yellow hoodie,
a guitar slung across your back.
"Who's that boy?" I whispered,
drawn to those eyes—
tired and pale,
as if the whole world rested on them.
I didn't expect to see you again,
yet there you were,
in the same room the day I transferred.
"Oh, he's here," I murmured,
watching you sit by the window,
holding a small fan,
wearing that gray sweater.
The same eyes I saw before—
still deep and tired.
Who would've thought
we'd be friends by the end of that first day?
You painted your hands red—I didn't even notice,
I was too busy taking notes during break time.
Then you reached out your hand to mine,
and I shook it without a thought.
Only to see—my hands turned red like yours.
We all laughed,
and for the first time,
I saw your eyes up close.
Maybe that's when I fell—
just by looking at them.
Days passed.
Weeks.
Months.
Until you finally admitted you liked me.
And you courted me.
It's funny—
from strangers,
to classmates,
to friends,
then to lovers.
At four o'clock,
we'd sit at the park beneath the golden sky.
You with your guitar,
me with my quiet smile.
You'd sing Coffee for Your Head
as the sun melted into gold.
We'd hold hands,
stare at nothing and everything,
like two young hearts that believed love was forever.
But one random day—
our 4 o'clock turned blue.
The sky that used to glow
was now heavy with rain.
Raindrops mixed with my tears.
I clutched my heart
as I read your message:
"I'm tired. Let's end this."
Just one small fight—
and you decided to end everything.
No reason.
No explanation.
All that we built vanished in a single moment.
A single, random 4 o'clock.
I watched you walk away.
I thought you'd turn back,
that maybe we could fix it.
But you didn't.
You didn't even flinch.
I tried to reach for you,
but people stood in my way.
They said,
"She's not enough for him."
"He deserves better."
"Low peasant."
I looked at you,
hoping you'd defend me—
but you stayed quiet.
So I nodded,
wiped my tears,
and smiled.
"Thank you," I said softly,
"Please excuse me."
That's when you flinched.
That's when I saw regret in your eyes.
You wanted to stop me—
but fear to them held you back.
We never talked again.
Never fixed anything.
Never asked the why or how.
But maybe that's better.
Maybe it's kinder
than hearing the answers
that would only break me more.
Even though our gold turned blue,
may my color haunt you.
May you remember
that once,
you were the boy in the yellow hoodie—
and I was the girl
who saw the world in your eyes.