The cool night breeze swept across the beach, carrying the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore. After the disaster at the party, Noah had driven us here, claiming the ocean air would "fix my mood." I hadn't argued. The silence in the car had been unbearable, and I needed something to take my mind off Phillip Hayes and his cutting words.
 
We sat on the sand, just far enough from the water to avoid getting wet, the moon casting a soft glow over everything, his eyes looking at me and shining in the moonlight. I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging them tightly as I stared at the dark expanse of the ocean.
 
Noah broke the silence. "You've been quiet."
 
I shrugged. "Just thinking."
 
"About what? Or should I guess?" He leaned back on his hands, looking at me with a teasing grin.
 
"Don't," I said quickly.
 
He nodded knowingly. "Phillip."
 
I groaned, burying my face in my knees. "Why am I like this, Noah? Why do I let people get to me? It's like... one stupid comment, and I'm ruined."
 
"You're not ruined," he said softly. "You're just... sensitive. And that's not a bad thing."
 
I looked at him, frowning. "It feels like a bad thing. People took advantages of it."
 
Noah shook his head, leaning closer. "Let take them, you will learn through this. And You've always been like this, Elle, Sensitive, Kind and much like me Optimistic. You feel things deeply, you over think. But that's what makes you..you, a true person. Don't let some jerk like Phillip take that away from you. In the world of two faces I found you real, my bestie and I don’t wanna see you like them, two faces."
 
His words hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say.
 
"You're good at this, you know," I said finally.
 
"Good at what?"
 
"Making me feel better. Always motivating me, taking my side everytime even if it's my mistake. I really thanks god that he gave me a friend like you, otherwise how will I survive without you, Noah."
 
He smirked, brushing sand off his jeans. "It's a gift. You should see the line of people waiting for my motivational speeches."
 
I laughed, a real laugh this time, and it felt good.
 
After sitting on the beach for what felt like hours talks and gossip, Noah suddenly jumped up. "Come on," he said, offering me his hand.
 
I raised an eyebrow. "Where are we going, especially in depth of night ? Our parents would definitely killed us."
 
"You'll see. Trust me." I replied "I always do."
 
Against my better judgment, I took his hand, and we walked back to his car. The drive was short, and I realized where we were headed before we even got there-the park.
 
The old playground was just as I remembered it from our childhood. The swings creaked in the breeze, and the slide looked a little rustier, but it was still the same place we used to sneak off to when we needed to escape. I remember how Noah used to push me from slide and I got wounds.
 
I was surprised and my wide hazel eyes looking at the swings. I start remembering the moments we spent here, like its happening infront of my eyes. I can feel the smell of green plants and the metallic smell of swings.  Our laugh in childhood echoing in my ear.
 
"You're kidding," I said, stepping out of the car.
 
"Not kidding," Noah replied, already jogging toward the swings. "Race you!"
 
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling as I followed him.
 
We spent the next hour acting like kids again. I swung as high as I could, feeling the rush of the wind in my hair. Noah pushed me at one point, laughing as I yelled at him for nearly flipping me backward.
 
"Remember when we used to set up secret missions here?" I asked as I slid down the slightly-too-small slide, my jeans picking up dust.
 
He nodded, grinning. "How could I forget? You were always the brains, and I was the muscle."
 
"And we always got caught," I added.
 
"True, but it was worth it. I mean, the cookies were always better when they were stolen."
 
He smiled and I stood on a longest slide of park, it is still as red as before, I sit on edge and took a deep breath by closing eyes but before I opened my eyes Noah pushed me from behind and I slide and at end I got injured like before.
 
As he saw the wound his smiley face had turned to faded rose.
 
Noah’s POV
As her face turned to faded rose I got it it was my mistake and I felt protective. I said
“Oh, what the fuck I had done. I injured my bestie, its bleeding. I'm really very sorry, really sorry, my Elle. I didn't intent to do this." I apologies.
 
She said "Oh, Noah. It's fine just little bleeding. We often makes mistakes, why we friends for. Remember we fall together from this tree?"
 
She was pointing on the greenish banyan tree which we seeing from childhood.
 
"I remembered. How you saved me and you got injured. And after that we throw ink on your cousin, Serra." She replied and smiling by holding my hand.
 
POV Isabella.
 
We both laughed, the sound echoing in the empty park. For the first time all night, I wasn't thinking about the party, or Phillip, or anything else that hurt. It was just Noah and me, like it used to be.
 
We were on the swings, catching our breath after racing each other up the jungle gym, when I felt the first raindrop.
 
"Oh no," I muttered, looking up at the dark sky. The clouds gathering and hiding moon in it. Its has turned in dark blue. Its thundering and shining in golden in colour while thunder.
 
Noah groaned. "Of course it's raining."
 
Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a downpour. Noah ran for the nearest tree, shaking his head as he stood under its branches. I know he doesn't likes rain, he always have got cough after rain. I stayed where I was, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. The rain was cold but refreshing, washing away the last bits of tension from the night. I can feel the aroma of soil, the sound of the rain, the drop one by one trouncing my skin and my wet dress.
 
"You're going to catch a cold," Noah called from under the tree.
 
I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, his white shirt clinging to his chest in the dim light. I grinned, an idea forming in my head.
 
Walking toward him, I tried to look casual, like I was finally coming to seek shelter. He smiled when he saw me, holding out his hand. "Finally coming to your senses?"
 
I didn't answer. Instead, I stepped to the side and jumped into the giant puddle right in front of him.
 
The splash was spectacular. Dirty water flew everywhere, drenching Noah's shirt and turning it a lovely shade of yellowish-brown.
 
"Now. You are looking handsome my boy." I said.
 
"Are you serious?" he yelled, looking down at himself.
 
I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach. "You should see your face!"
 
"You're dead," he said, stepping out from under the tree.
 
I tried to run, but he was faster, catching up to me and pulling me into the puddle. We both ended up soaked and covered in mud, laughing so hard we could barely stand.
 
At some point, the laughter stopped, and we just stood there in the rain, catching our breath. I looked at Noah, his hair plastered to his forehead, his shirt ruined, and I couldn't help but smile.
 
"Thanks," I said softly.
 
"For what?"
 
"For this. For being you."
 
He smiled back, pulling me into a hug. "Always, Elle. Always. Love you."
 
"Love you too."
 
We stayed like that for a moment, the rain pouring down around us, before finally heading back to the car. The night might have started with heartbreak, but it ended with laughter, and for now, that was enough.
 
Noah’s POV
Tomorrow is my first day at senior year, as I know my father wants me to handle our family business but I..I m not interested. But I cant keep betraying him, how long I've to hide my secret of garage and my ambition to be an army officer.
 
Isabella’s POV
Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling, chewing the edge of my nail—a habit I couldn't break when my thoughts ran wild. My parents wanted me to be a doctor or an engineer, something solid and respectable. But deep in my heart, I dreamed of capturing the world through a lens, of writing stories that made people feel, of standing on a stage and singing my truth. I felt a butterfly stir in my stomach, a mix of fear and excitement. I wouldn’t let anyone, not even Phillip with his cold stares, scare me anymore. My dreams mattered. I know I’m scared but I’ve another side a side of anger, when anyone challenge me I’ll show them their status.

While thinking about these all stuffs, I slept !