Hey everyone! 🌸✨
Sorry for the late update — life turned into a mini storm, but Siena and her mystery are finally back! 🌧️💌
This chapter is one of my favorites — the Don't Forget note and C.N.R. mystery finally start to connect. 😳
Tell me what you think after reading! Do you believe it's fate… or something Siena herself has forgotten? 👀💭
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Rain always makes everything feel slower.
Maybe that's why I noticed it — the tiny detail everyone else would've missed.
The note. The one that said *"Don't forget."*
It was still inside my notebook.
But this time… there was something new written on the back.
Three small letters — C.N.R.
The same ones I'd found on the photo.
My heart skipped.
It wasn't two mysteries.
It was one.
"Okay," Riya said between bites of her lunch, "explain this again, but slower because my brain refuses to process creepy stuff during meal time."
I placed the note on the table. "This is the one I found on my desk, remember? It used to just say *'Don't forget.'* Now look."
She leaned closer, eyes wide. "C.N.R.… like on the photo?"
"Exactly."
Trent blinked. "Wait, hold up. You're telling me the paper *magically updated itself* overnight? Bro, your stationery is haunted." 👻
"Not funny," I said, glaring.
Mirai tilted her head. "Maybe someone switched the paper?"
Stella gasped dramatically. "Maybe the boy did! What if he came into the class last night, under the moonlight, whispering *'Don't forget…'*"
"Stella!" Riya threw a napkin at her. "This isn't a fanfiction."
"Could be," Stella said, grinning. "Would totally get top rankings."
I ignored them, staring at the note again. The handwriting was identical to the one on the photo — neat, deliberate, familiar in a way I couldn't explain.
Riya frowned. "So you think he wrote both?"
"I don't think," I said quietly. "I *know* he did.
After School 🌧️
I found him near the old notice board again — same place, same calmness, like he belonged to the silence there.
"Hey," I said, holding up the note. "You dropped this too, didn't you?"
He looked at me for a long moment. "I told you before, Siena."
"Told me what?"
"That some things return when they're meant to."
My fingers tightened around the paper. "Then tell me what C.N.R. means. What am I supposed to not forget?"
His gaze softened. "It's not time yet."
I took a step closer. "You keep saying that. *When* is the right time?"
He smiled faintly. "When you remember what April means."
And before I could say anything else, he walked away — vanishing into the rain like he was never there at all.
That night, I lay on my bed, the note and photo side by side under the lamplight.
Same handwriting. Same letters. Same ache in my chest.
C.N.R.
Don't forget.
April.
The pieces were starting to form a pattern — I just didn't know what picture they made yet.
But deep down, I had a feeling…
When the sky blushed again, I'd find out.