Part 7: The Hundredth Ros

INTRO:

Their bond grows deeper.

Their love, stronger.

Is it time to make things official?

Or will their hearts keep dancing in this rhythm of longing?

"SAW"

I saw my son at the mall.

Trying on clothes, fixing his hair—

wanting to impress someone.

Then I saw a girl, eyes focused on him,

watching him with quiet affection.

My gaze shifted between them.

My son, my sweet boy, is growing up.

His smile—so bright, so lovestruck—

makes my heart ache in the best and worst way.

Oh, how I wish he could stay my little boy forever...

but now, another woman holds his heart.

"ROSES"

Afternoon sun fading.

Class dismissed.

A message arrives.

"Wait for me. I'll drive you home."

And so she waits.

The familiar car pulls up.

She steps inside. Their hands find each other.

Music plays, soft and steady.

They drive, savoring the quiet moments.

Home comes into view. But he doesn't stop.

A furrow in his brows, a flicker of concern.

"Something's wrong," he mutters.

"I think there's an issue with the back of the car."

Concerned, she steps out. Checks the back.

Nothing seems wrong—

until the trunk clicks open.

And there, in a sea of crimson,

a hundred roses bloom in the golden hour.

"3RD CONFESSION"

A hand covers her mouth.

Shock paints her expression.

Then, warmth—Angelo's arms wrap around her.

His heartbeat is steady, his hands are gentle.

He turns her toward him, their eyes meeting.

"Senior," he whispers, "my car holds 99 roses.

But my heart holds the last one."

She blinks, then smirks.

"Well, I guess I can't accept it then.

The story says a hundred."

Laughter escapes him—nervous, full of love.

Then, he kneels.

One hand clasps hers.

The other reaches into his pocket.

A small velvet box appears.

"Kate," he breathes, voice trembling,

"may I have this hand?

Will you be my girlfriend?"

"OFFICIALS"

Her heart hammers.

Lips parted, breath hitched.

The weight of his words settles deep inside her.

He doesn't dare look up.

Fear grips him tighter than her fingers do.

Then, a gentle touch.

Fingers on his cheek, lifting his face.

A soft smile meets his fearful gaze.

"Yes," she whispers.

Then firmer—louder.

"Yes, I do."

"THE SCENE"

A ring slides onto her finger.

Their hands, locked together.

He stands, eyes shimmering.

Before he can think, before he can hesitate—

he pulls her into an embrace.

The sunset watches, casting golden hues over them.As if blessing their love.

As if celebrating their hearts.

"THE LAST ROSE"

Late at night, Kate sits on her bed.

The memory still fresh, replaying over and over.

A smile tugs at her lips.

A blush burns her cheeks.

She hides her face in her pillow,

shouting softly into the fabric.

The ring glints in the dim light.

She lifts it, examining every detail.

Then—something inside catches her eye.

A carving.

A delicate engraving of a single rose.

Her breath hitches.

Realization blooms.

"The hundredth rose was always with me."

"SPREADING NEWS"

Kate enters the classroom,

a dreamy smile still on her lips.

Her friends notice instantly.

They poke. They prod.

"What's with that grin?"

So, she tells them.

The confession, the ring, the roses.

Squeals erupt.

Hands flail.

Some shake with excitement.

Some slap their desks, overwhelmed.

Blushing faces all around.

Kate isn't the only one flustered anymore.

"SPREADING NEWS V2"

Angelo can't stop smiling.

The girl he never thought he'd meet again,

the first love he assumed was lost—

is now his girlfriend.

He tells his friends.They listen. They react.

A mix of envy, admiration, and sheer disbelief.

"Damn," one says, shaking his head.

"Our guy really pulled it off."

They cheer. They tease.

They congratulate him.

"MISUNDERSTOOD"

Excited chatter spreads.

Friends from both sides celebrate.

Yet, one common thought lingers—

"Weren't they already dating?"

Nothing feels different.

The same stolen glances.

The same lingering touches.

The same warmth in their actions.

Maybe, just maybe,

this confession wasn't a beginning.

But an acknowledgment of what already was.

OUTRO:

The news spreads.

The couple glows.

Some hearts cheer.

Some hearts ache.

But for Angelo and Kate,

their love is finally named.

And that name—

is forever.