How Did This Even Happen?! last part

A few days later, I saw him. In the library, I looked up. My heart stopped. A boy sat by the window. He looked exactly like me from before. Same hair. Same eyes. My old face. I panicked. I hid behind a shelf, shaking. Was he real? I waited until everyone left. Outside, a soft rain fell. I stood under the roof. "Hey." I turned. It was him. Up close, he was a breathing photo of my past. He smiled shyly. "Rain's annoying," he said. "Share my umbrella?" I nodded. We walked close. Our arms brushed and stayed touching. He asked my name. I told him. He laughed softly. "Mine too." Before leaving, he asked, "Coffee tomorrow?" "Yes," I said, too fast. The next day, I got ready with a nervous heart. We drank coffee and talked for hours. We talked about feeling out of place. The sun set, painting the sky. He looked at me like I was precious. He kissed me. It was slow and careful. I kissed him back. Later, he whispered, "Come to my place?" I said yes. His room was warm and dim. We undressed each other, hands trembling. Skin touched skin. It was a shocking warmth. We lay down. There was a moment of pain. He stopped, his body tense. "Okay?" he breathed. "Okay," I whispered. "Keep going." He moved slowly. The pain faded into a deep fullness. It was closeness. It was trust. I held onto his back. He held me like I might break. Our breaths mixed. We moved together, finding a rhythm. It felt like speaking a true, hidden language. After, we lay tangled, sticky and quiet. My fingers were in his hair. Our legs were woven together. There was no space between his past and my present. They were one. I walked back to my dorm as the sky lightened. My body felt new and tender. I wasn't just someone who changed. I was someone who chose. For the first time, I didn't feel split in two. I felt whole. Maybe this is who i am. The most important thing is i started loving this life. The End.