While coming back to school after the summer break I started to realise I only had a year left before I was going to graduate and had to leave high school, which meant leaving the boy as well. I knew I was never going to see him again after that.

This fact put more pressure on the whole obsession over the boy's path and made me feel even worse while walking through my own.

But then, years after my conversation with him, something, what I called a miracle, happened. There was an opportunity on his path, a good reason to take a look. It got my attention with its loud bell and the screaming children that it had drawn towards it.