Ren's POV
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We didn't speak about it much after that night.
Rain and I—we're not the type to talk emotions out over tea and tissues. We don't know how. But we knew one thing:
We wanted her back.
Sky.
My baby sister, my partner-in-chaos, the only person who could make Rain stumble over his words and me behave like a decent human being. And we lost her.
And now?
Now we were going to win her back.
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Step 1: Operation Wake-Up Call
I showed up at her door the next morning with her favorite coffee—vanilla oat latte, extra foam, dash of cinnamon. I stood there like an idiot for ten whole minutes before I knocked.
No answer.
Second knock. Louder.
Nothing.
Rain appeared at my side. Didn't say a word. Just dropped a tiny pouch in my hand. I frowned, opening it.
A glitter pen. The one she lost months ago.
"She was looking for this last week," Rain muttered. "Thought it might... help."
I just nodded.
We left the stuff at her door. Coffee. Glitter pen. A note, not signed:
> "You once said you hated people who leave without explanations.
We owe you a hundred of them."
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Step 2: Operation Overkill
The next day, I bribed the school broadcast guy to let me make an "announcement."
Rain tried to stop me.
"Ren. Don't do something stupid."
"Too late."
"Something more stupid."
But I was already climbing into the booth.
"Hey. Sky. If you're listening... this is me being the idiot you always said I was. But I miss you. Like, really bad. And your dumb glittery pens, and your screaming playlists, and your way-too-long rants about existential crisis over mac & cheese."
The mic got cut off halfway by the supervisor.
Still. Word spread.
Everyone knew Ren was trying to win Sky back.
Rain? He was quieter about it. Subtle.
He walked her to class even when she ignored him. Sat five rows back. Left strawberry candies on her desk—her favorite. Fixed the strap on her bag when she wasn't looking.
He didn't speak.
But his silence screamed devotion.
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Step 3: The Grand Gesture
We found her on the rooftop. Alone.
She always went there when she needed air. I was the one who first showed her that place, back when she was small and afraid of everything except the sky.
She didn't look up when we approached. Didn't run either.
I cleared my throat. Rain stood beside me, silent and tense.
"Sky," I began, swallowing the lump that rose too fast. "Look, we suck. Both of us. We messed up so bad, it's actually impressive. We should win awards."
Nothing.
I looked at Rain. He hesitated… then stepped forward.
"I never wanted to lie," he said. Voice low, rough. "But I was a coward. And I didn't think someone like you… someone soft, could ever forgive someone like me."
Still no reply.
I took a breath.
"You once told me you'd forgive me for anything. Even setting your plushie on fire."
"That plushie deserved it," she mumbled, finally looking up. Her eyes were glassy.
I saw Rain freeze. Hope flickering behind his stonewall face.
"You both... broke me," she whispered. "I loved you both so much. And I still do. That's the worst part."
I took a cautious step forward.
"We're not asking you to forgive us now," I said, my voice shaking. "Just… let us show you we're worth trying again."
Rain finally spoke. "One day at a time. We'll earn it. If it takes forever—we're staying."
She sniffled.
Then she held out her hand—shaking slightly.
"One day."
We both reached for it. At the same time.
And for the first time in weeks... she let us hold her.