PART 3: CROSSED PATH

INTRO:

Perspective is a powerful thing.

It can change how a story is told.

What seems simple at first glance

Might hold a deeper meaning inside.

"CONTEMPLATION"

Does he still remember me?

Will she remember me?

Should I walk away or not?

It's been a year.

Maybe he's forgotten.

I should act normal.

"Hi," I voiced from behind.

"BLANK"

Minding my own business,

With Groot standing tall beside me.

A voice cuts through the air—

"Hi."

I turn, expecting nothing.

And then I see her.

My heart stops.

I never expected this.

The face I could never forget

Now right in front of me.

Act normal. Act normal.

Why is she here?

Does she still remember me?

Will she bring up my confession?

What should I do...

"THE EASE"

The conversation starts.

A realization dawns on both of us:

He doesn't remember.

She doesn't remember.

So what now?

Do we act like strangers?

A part of us aches—

Wishing, hoping, longing—

For the other to remember.

"AWKWARD"

It feels strange.

Is he uncomfortable with me?

Maybe I should leave.

I start to stand.

Then suddenly—

A warm hand wraps around my wrist.

Our eyes meet.

The air thickens.

And in that moment, I remember.

This face—

This damn face—

The one that kept me longing for years.

"THE CHANCE"

I lost my chance once.

Will I lose it again?

Now, she knows my name.

But will she remember it tomorrow?

Or will she forget—just like my confession?

No. Not this time.

This is my moment.

Maybe my only moment.

I hold her wrist tighter.

My face betrays my emotions.

A quiet plea hidden in my eyes.

Stay.

Let this moment be worth it.

Let it be something unforgettable.

"THE SILENCE"

So I stay.

Who would leave after seeing a face like that?

I might be simping, but who cares?

The silence stretches between us.

Not heavy. Not light.

Just… there.

I watch the sunset.

It's breathtaking.

But the real beauty isn't in the sky.

It's sitting right next to me.

"GLANCES"

What a perfect day for a perfect sunset.

Senior is smiling.

Thank God she's enjoying this.

She's my best view.

My first love.

If this is the last time I get to be near her…

Then I want to hold her hand.

"MOVEMENTS"

The world fades.

My heart pounds.

My fingers twitch.

Slowly, carefully—

I reach out.

A brush of fingertips.

A jolt of electricity.

Then, without thinking,

I fully grasp her hand.

I wait for her to pull away.

She doesn't.

Instead, she squeezes tighter.

Our eyes lock.

Silence hums between us.

Is this it?

"THE KISS"

Neither of us speaks.

Neither of us moves away.

We just understand.

Breath hitching, hearts racing,

We lean in.

Then—

A soft touch.

Lips meet lips.

The world stops.

Thoughts vanish.

The only thing that exists is this moment.

No eyes are open.

No words are spoken.

Just warmth.

Just feeling.

Just… us.

The kiss lingers, stretching beyond time.

Until reality crashes back.

And she pulls away.

OUTRO:

So she dashed.

Was she embarrassed? Or flustered?

Will this pull them apart?

Or draw them closer?

Perspective can lead to misunderstanding.

But sometimes, misunderstandings

Make the story even more beautiful