I dressed in black. I wore my red lipstick, neatly styled my hair to a bun, and walked to my college. I reached early as I took care of all the arrangements. I heard whispers and guys making noise nearby. I turned to check what that was about. It was him. He was in a grey suit. Grey and black, straightened hair, with shades on, he walked straight towards me.

I was standing nearby the registration area, hearing my batchmates gossip about me, "He's just nice to her 'cause she takes care of..."

She had been reliving these memories in her head, over and over again.

It's like a high-resolution video that kept playing and she had no control over it.

Her ugly, guilty, and an almost love story—Secret Goodbyes.