Time passed quietly.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks slowly became months.
Seasons changed outside the classroom windows, yet inside the school, things remained the same.
Lessons. Tests. Homework.
For most students, time moved slowly—dragging them forward one day at a time.
But for him, it was different.
Time felt… fleeting.
Like sand slipping through his fingers.
He sat by the window again, watching the clouds move across the sky.
Everything around him felt predictable now.
The lessons.
The teachers.
Even the people.
Nothing surprised him anymore.
A classmate suddenly spoke from the desk behind him.
"Do you ever get bored?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he watched a leaf fall from the tree outside.
Slowly drifting… until it touched the ground.
"Yes," he finally said.
The classmate blinked. "Then why do you keep trying so hard?"
He turned slightly, his expression calm.
"I'm not trying."
The classmate frowned.
"Then why do you do all this?"
He looked back toward the window again.
Because time never waits.
Because potential disappears if it's wasted.
Because a mind like his wasn't meant to sit still.
"Because time is fleeting," he said quietly.
"Once it's gone… it never comes back."
The bell rang loudly through the hallway.
Students began packing their bags, rushing out of the classroom.
But he stayed seated for a moment longer.
Watching the sky.
Thinking.
Because deep down, he knew something.
If time was truly fleeting…
Then someday, the world would have to catch up to him.
And when that day came—
Everything would change.