Part 4: Misunderstood Heart
INTRO:
As the day begins,
Will their feelings be reached and conveyed?
Or will they return to the way things were,
Nothing more than strangers passing by?
"QUESTIONS"
Two minds, one shared problem.
Neither had enough sleep.
Both lost in thought, drifting away.
Like two parallel lines,
Their actions mirror each other—
Ignoring lectures, zoning out among friends,
Hearts racing with unspoken words.
"How will I face him?"
"How will I face her?"
The question lingers.
The answer remains unclear.
"I SEE HIM"
I need answers.
Where can I find him?
Where does he go?
The cafeteria.
My friends pull me inside, laughing.
And then—
There he is.
My heartbeat stops.
I step forward.
But then—
A hand taps my shoulder.
"Kate, look at this!"
I glance at my friend, just for a second—
But when I turn back...
He's gone.
Did he just... avoid me?
"I SEE HER"
What should I say?
"Senior, I'm sorry."
"Senior, that was my first kiss."
"Senior..."
The words swirl in my head—
And then—
There she is.
I freeze.
She sees me.
I lift my hand to wave—
And then she turns away.
No hesitation.
Just turned her back on me.
A sinking feeling spreads in my chest.
Did she just... avoid me?
"LINGERS"
Days pass, yet no one moves on.
The memory of that afternoon lingers,
Like an unfinished sentence,
Like a song stuck on repeat.
"Why did she avoid me?!"
"Why did he avoid me?!"
Could it be?
Was it a mistake?
Did she forget?
Did he move on?
No.
This can't be left unresolved.
I need my justice!
That was my first kiss—
And he stole it!
I deserve an explanation.
"THE CONFRONTATION"
"Hey, you!"
Her voice rings out, sharp and clear.
I turn, startled.She's walking towards me, fast.
Determined.
Her face is unreadable.
"Am I a joke to you?" she asks, arms crossed.
I open my mouth to respond, but—
She doesn't wait.
Instead—
Her lips crash against mine.
I freeze.
My thoughts scatter.
The world blurs.
She pulls away just as quickly.
"You stole my first kiss," she declares.
"I came to take it back."
My mind barely processes her words.
I stammer, "B-But… but…"
Before I can think—
She kisses me again.
"WRONGED"
As I pull away, I notice something.
His expression—
Eyes wide, hands trembling.
Not from excitement.
From something else.
Wait.
Did I go too far?
Did I overdo it?
He blinks rapidly, struggling for words.
His lips tremble.
Then—
His eyes glisten.
Oh no.
He's about to cry.
"D-Don't cry," I whisper.
I reach out, hesitant.
Gently, I pull him into a hug.
His head rests against my shoulder.The only thing I can think of is:
I really overdid it.
"EMBARRASSED"
Minutes pass.
His breathing steadies.
He pulls back slightly,
His face flushed, his eyes red.
Embarrassment floods his features.
He groans.
Why… why did I cry?!
Why did I do that?!
No guy cries in front of his crush!
Kate chuckles softly.
"It's okay," she murmurs.
He finally looks at her.
Then—
He braces himself.
"SORRY"
"I'm sor—"
Before she can finish,
Angelo's hand gently cups her cheek.
"I'm sorry… for stealing your first kiss."
His voice is soft.
Sincere.
And then, slowly—
He leans in.
This time, the kiss is different.
Not rushed.
Not impulsive.
It lingers, slow and sweet.
The wind carries their breath away.
The world around them fades.
When they finally part,
Angelo's hand remains on her cheek.
He exhales, steadying himself.
"I can't give you your first kiss back," he murmurs.
"But I can give you my love instead."Kate's breath catches.
His voice—so soft, so serious.
Her heart pounds.
"Senior," he whispers,
Gazing at her with unwavering eyes.
"I will take responsibility for my actions."
Then, with a shy yet determined smile—
"I love you.
May I court you?"
"2ND CONFESSION"
Her grip on his hands tightens.
She won't let him run away this time.
"Yes," she breathes.
"Yes, you may."
And before he can react—
She pulls him in for another kiss.
OUTRO:
Sometimes, misunderstandings give us courage.
Sometimes, tears are better than silence.
And sometimes—
Actions speak louder than words.