Love Before Graduation-Chapter 60: Familiar Strangers

Nami looked at me like she wanted to laugh, but forgot how. "Seriously? She's doing that?"

"She doesn't even remember going. Says someone calls her. In her dreams. And when she gets there, it's like... it's like she belongs there."

Nami didn't respond right away. Just stared at the dead leaves on the ground like they might rearrange themselves into an answer.

"My cousin once told me about a girl in their village," she finally said. "Same thing. Sleepwalking. Always to the same place. People thought it was some kind of spell or curse or..." She shook her head. "It's stupid. Just a story."

But her voice cracked at the edges.

And I saw it—the doubt threading its way in, delicate but undeniable.

"Shubh's house?" she asked.

I nodded.

Her face shifted in that quiet way people's faces do when they're trying to keep the world from cracking open.

"Maybe it's not ghosts," I said. "Maybe it's trauma. Or something her mind is trying to fix in dreams."

"But what if it's not just in her head?"

I didn't have an answer. But Nami already knew that.

She stood. "Let's go talk to her."

"After lunch?"

"No," she said. "Now."

We went to the hallway where suhina us Standing .

The hallway was too still. That kind of still that makes you feel like you're interrupting something. A breath. A moment.

Suhina stood by the lockers like she didn't remember how she got there.

And when she turned to us, it felt like she was looking through water—like recognition had to swim up from somewhere deep.

"You came," she said softly. But it wasn't her voice. Not exactly.

Nami stepped forward, but gently. Like approaching something that might shatter. "Aira told me. About the dreams. About the house."

Suhina looked at me then. Like her eyes were asking a question her mouth couldn't.

"It's okay," I said. "You can trust her."

She nodded slowly. "It was the fourth time last night. I locked my door. I know I did. But this morning... the lock was broken."

Her voice was paper-thin. Fragile in a way that made something inside me ache.

Nami's voice dropped, careful. "Is there something in that house? Something calling you?"

Suhina didn't answer. She just looked away. But silence can be louder than words sometimes.

And in that silence, I realized something.

This wasn't just sleepwalking.

This wasn't just fear.

This was something else.

And we were already part of it—whether we wanted to be or not.

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