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Back to the Day We Parted

Chapter 1(The girl she was)

Lucine was the kind of girl you couldn’t ignore—even if you tried.

Barely 150 centimeters tall, cutest,she was a bundle of noise, laughter, and unexpected wisdom wrapped in a pink short kurti. With her ponytail always slightly messy and her expressions changing every two seconds, Lucine looked like someone who belonged in a cartoon—but in the best way possible.

She wasn’t the top of the class. Her notebooks were full of doodles, random thoughts, and half-finished homework. But she had other talents like writing poems,flooding group chats with memes that somehow matched everyone’s mood perfectly. Lucine didn’t just like memes—she practically spoke in them. If life gave her a situation, she had a reaction meme ready for it within seconds.

People loved her for her unpredictability. One minute she’d be crying over a sad gaming cutscene, the next she’d be sending dancing cat GIFs to cheer everyone up. She was silly, emotional, a little too loud, and entirely unforgettable.

Lucine didn’t try to be the center of attention. She just naturally was—full of chaos, comfort, and comic timing.

And somehow, without even meaning to, she was everyone’s favorite person...but inside her a small baby is hidden who craves love! Inside she is lonely....

It didn’t begin with fate. It began with a meme.

Lucine was doing what she did best—scrolling through memes at 1 a.m., giggling into her blanket like a little gremlin. Her favorite meme-sharing page had just posted a painfully accurate post about school life:

"Me pretending to understand what's going on in class while actually planning my snack order."

Lucine instantly reposted it to her story, adding:

“Me. Every single day. 💀💀💀”

A few minutes passed. Then came a message request.

Someone had replied to her story.

> @noturtyp:

“Wow, didn’t know someone else had the same brain as me.”

She stared at the name. Total stranger. No mutuals. Just a weird username and a frog profile pic.

She hesitated for a second—then clicked.

> Lucine: “Well, now you do. Welcome to the club. We meet during lunch and cry before math tests.”

That’s all it took.

One meme. One silly reply.

And the chat didn’t stop.

They started sending memes back and forth like old friends that night. Joke turned into joke, sarcasm into comfort. He was funny, surprisingly kind, and just the right amount of weird as her! Lol

guys it's my first time writing a story and it's about my love life I guess which is traumatisingly intresting!! I started writing to escape everything happening with me right now! and I'm 100% sure you will like it as it's so much fun to my friends 😮‍💨 gurllll I couldn't reach my word limits!! So if you are interested you can like comment and subscribe as I can't force anyone 🥲

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That's all about today!! See you in next episode 🫶

Bestfriend?

We were supposed to be sending memes.

Literally just that. Dumb videos, cursed frog edits, maybe the occasional “I can’t do this school thing anymore” rant. Nothing deep. Nothing serious.

But then, at like 3 a.m. (peak overthinking hour), things took a turn.

> @noturtyp:

“If school is a joke, then I think we’re all the punchline.”

And I—being the dramatic theater kid that I am—replied:

> Me:

“Plot twist: I’m the clown 🤡”

I expected a meme back. Maybe a “same lol.” But he hit me with:

> @noturtyp:

“A very adorable clown tho. Like, the kind that makes people laugh when they want to cry.”

Pause.

EXCUSE ME, SIR???

That wasn’t flirting. Not really. But it felt like... he saw me? Not just the chaos and clown energy. The real stuff. The tired-underneath-the-laughter stuff.

So I said:

> Me:

“Clowns cry too, you know.”

A whole minute passed (which in text time is forever). Then:

> @noturtyp:

“Yeah. I know. I’m one of them.”

And just like that, BOOM. Emotional bestie unlocked. No warning. No loading screen.

The next day, he sent me a voice note reading a dramatic poem about pizza. I made a PowerPoint called “Top 5 Reasons I Might Be a Lizard in Human Skin.” We decided if we were ever rich, we’d open a snack shop called “Crumb Buddies.”

We argued over whether cereal is soup (it’s not), made a Spotify playlist called “Crying But Dancing,” and ranked teachers by how likely they are to survive a zombie apocalypse.

By day three, I was checking my phone every five minutes. His frog profile pic \= instant serotonin.

We hadn’t even seen each other’s real faces. But somehow, I trusted him more than people I see every day.

He sends the perfect meme when I’m spiraling. I tell him when I’ve done something embarrassing, and he just matches the chaos.

Like, I told him I accidentally waved at a wall thinking it was someone.

He replied with,

> “That wall was probably honored. Honestly, you made its whole year.”

I swear, I’ve never laughed so hard over text in my life.

So no, we didn’t mean to become best friends.

But when someone hypes you up, matches your weirdness, and knows when to send a frog in a sweater—how do you not bond instantly?

We were supposed to just laugh at memes.

Instead, we accidentally built a whole little world.

And honestly? I’m not mad about it...

NOW GUESS WHAT WE ARE BESTFRIENDS!!

At this point, we’d talked about childhood trauma, favorite snacks, the meaning of life, and whether penguins have knees. You know—important stuff.

But then it hit me.

I didn’t even know his name.

I knew his cat’s name (Sir Fluffington).

I knew his go-to sad song (that one lo-fi remix of a Studio Ghibli track).

I knew what he’d name his hypothetical pet turtle (Speedy McSlowshell).

But his actual name?

Zero clue.

So I just stared at my phone like:

“Lucine, you clown. You’ve trauma bonded with a frog profile picture and never once asked for a name.”

It felt... weird to ask all of a sudden? Like, how do you casually say “hey, what’s your name” when you’ve already built a fake business together and planned a zombie survival team?

But I couldn’t not ask anymore.

So I did it.

The most awkward way possible.

> Me:

“Wait. Have I just been emotionally oversharing with a mystery frog this whole time?? Do you even have a name or are you just... @noturtyp forever?? 👀🐸”

I immediately regretted sending it.

But he replied in exactly 2.7 seconds:

> @noturtyp:

“Oh no. You’ve discovered my secret. I am, in fact, just three frogs in a trench coat.”

> Me:

“STOP I KNEW IT.”

> @noturtyp:

“But since you’ve seen through my disguise... I guess I can tell you.”

> @noturtyp:

“My name’s Aiden. :)”

Aiden.

Simple. Cute. Kinda soft-boy energy.

Felt weirdly right.

> Me:

“Nice to officially meet you, Aiden. Now I can stop calling you ‘Froggy Dude’ in my head.”

> Aiden:

“I kinda liked Froggy Dude ngl.”

So yeah.

His name’s Aiden.

And even though I already knew 90% of his emotional playlist, now I finally know the first word on his future wedding invite (to his soulmate or to a lifetime of pizza, unclear).

It only took like… 3 a.m. emotional bonding, a frog pic, a kazoo solo, and several hundred memes.

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