The hallway light hummed softly as Yuni sat cross-legged on her bed, a small notebook resting open on her lap. Outside her window, the new city murmured with distant sounds — a car horn far away, a dog barking somewhere across the street, footsteps echoing below. None of it felt sharp anymore. The noise that once overwhelmed her had softened, settling quietly into the background.

Aeris had fallen asleep early, curled beneath his blanket like he was still in their old village home. His breathing was calm and steady — in, out, in, out — and the sight made Yuni smile. Aeris always adapted faster. New places never scared him the way they scared her. He walked into every change like it was an adventure waiting to be claimed.

But for her… everything still felt too big, too fast, too unfamiliar.

She traced the corner of her notebook, where she had doodled tiny petals and vines. Back in their village, she and her classmates used to sit beneath the neem tree during recess, comparing drawings, trading colored pens, laughing over silly stories. Here, she hadn't even walked through a full school day yet… and the thought of facing so many new faces filled her chest with a shaky mix of hope and fear.

Still, today had shifted something inside her.

She remembered the school's open courtyard, the big banyan tree near the gate, the children running past her with laughter that didn't sound foreign. She remembered the principal's kind voice, the soft breeze that moved through the hallways like it belonged there.

Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so scary after all.

Her mother walked past the half-open door, carrying folded laundry."Still awake, Yuni?"

Yuni nodded lightly, closing her notebook. "Just thinking."

"Nervous about school?"

"A little," she whispered.

"That's normal," her mother said with a comforting smile. "Tomorrow will feel easier. And the day after that… even easier."

Yuni nodded again.

Her mother brushed a gentle kiss onto her forehead, switched off the lights, and whispered, "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight."

The room fell quiet. The soft glow of the streetlamp painted faint shapes across the ceiling. A wind chime near the window tinkled softly, thin and steady — a sound that felt like home even in this unfamiliar place.

Yuni lay back and let the day settle inside her.

For the first time since moving here, her heart felt just a little lighter…like maybe the city wasn't a stranger anymore.

A car rushed past outside. A window shut. A breeze fluttered the curtains.

And somewhere far, far away — seven seas away — another morning was beginning.

Morning sunlight slid gently into a small room in a quiet city, lighting up crumpled blankets, doodles on the wall, and a basketball resting by the window. The home wasn't big, but it was warm — lived-in, familiar.

On the bed lay a boy, tangled in sleep, hair sticking up in every direction.

A boy who woke slowly, like his mind needed time to remember it belonged to the world outside his dreams. Soft-hearted, observant, someone who didn't talk too much but felt deeply. His room matched him — quiet, creative, scattered in a thoughtful kind of way.

A knock touched his door, followed by a warm voice:

"Junjeo… wake up, sweetheart. It's getting late."

And just like that, his name settled into the morning.

Junjeo groaned, pulling the blanket over his head."Five minutes…" he mumbled.

"No more five minutes," his mother laughed softly. "Get up now. Breakfast is ready."

She walked down the hallway, humming as she went — always home in the mornings, always taking care of the home, always the gentle beginning of Junjeo's day.

After a moment, he sat up, rubbing his eyes, letting the sunlight warm his face. He stood, dressed in slow, sleepy movements, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked to the kitchen.

Warm toast waited on the table.

"Eat properly," his mother reminded him with the same sentence she said every day.

"I will," he murmured.

In the living room, his older brother was already awake — not studying, not outside, but deep into a video game, headset on, arguing loudly with a friend.

Junjeo shook his head fondly and finished breakfast.

He stepped outside into the cool morning. The neighborhood was peaceful — a shopkeeper opening his store, a neighbor watering plants, a kid pedaling slowly on a bicycle. A simple morning in a simple small city.

At the corner, two boys waved at him excitedly.

"You're finally here!"

"We thought you overslept again!"

Junjeo gave a small, sleepy smile."Maybe I did."

They fell into step together, teasing him, laughing, nudging him in that way close friends do — full of warmth, full of familiarity.

The school gate appeared ahead — old, familiar, welcoming in its own quiet way.

Junjeo adjusted his bag on his shoulder and looked up at the clear blue sky.

Just another ordinary day.

He had no idea that far away, a girl named Yuni had just fallen asleep under a different sky. No idea that their lives, still separate, still untouched, were quietly drifting toward each other in the softest, slowest way.

For now, they were simply two children.

Living. Growing.Seven seas apart.

The world continued its gentle turning — weaving threads neither of them could see yet.

🖤🖤🖤.....

🌙End of Chapter 12!

Two mornings.Two worlds.Two kids who don't know each other — not yet.

Let me know in the comment section what is your imagination!