The Magnolia Has Yet to Sleep

How many unspoken crushes are hidden in the winds of youth? How many memories, both sweet and bittersweet? She was by the classroom window when she caught sight of him passing beneath a tree, and her heart rippled from that moment on. A small note slipped secretly into a textbook began a sweet exchange of messages between them. They studied side by side in the library and shared long conversations late into the night, drawing closer and closer, only to drift apart after a misunderstanding. And yet the red thread of fate had never been severed...