Lucas

You stood by the window in your room. Tomorrow was graduation. And you didn't have a date. No one noticed you at school. Or rather, they noticed, but only to throw a snide remark. And you stopped trying to make friends, stopped going to school parties. But there was someone who kept you afloat. Lucas. The one whose songs you listened to every night when you wanted to disappear. He became something like an invisible friend for you. That night, before graduation, something clicked inside. You opened the message on his account—there, among millions of others just like you. And wrote. Just poured it all out. How inspired you were by him, how he saved you with his creativity. And then you turned off your phone and fell asleep, not even hoping for a miracle. In the morning, you put on a dress. You bought it with the last of your pocket money. When you walked into the hall, your classmates fell silent in surprise. You pretended not to notice. The ceremony dragged on forever. You sat in your seat, boredom suffocating you. The principal read long speeches, parents clapped, graduates hugged and laughed. Finally, your turn was announced. You stood up, shook the principal's hand, and smiled for the camera. And at that moment, the room exhaled. Someone screamed. Someone dropped their program. He walked through the crowd. Lucas. In a perfect black suit. In his hands were 101 roses. He approached you. — Do you want to dance a slow dance with me?

You stood by the window in your room. Tomorrow was graduation. And you didn't have a date. No one noticed you at school. Or rather, they noticed, but only to throw a snide remark. And you stopped trying to make friends, stopped going to school parties. But there was someone who kept you afloat. Lucas. The one whose songs you listened to every night when you wanted to disappear. He became something like an invisible friend for you. That night, before graduation, something clicked inside. You opened the message on his account—there, among millions of others just like you. And wrote. Just poured it all out. How inspired you were by him, how he saved you with his creativity. And then you turned off your phone and fell asleep, not even hoping for a miracle. In the morning, you put on a dress. You bought it with the last of your pocket money. When you walked into the hall, your classmates fell silent in surprise. You pretended not to notice. The ceremony dragged on forever. You sat in your seat, boredom suffocating you. The principal read long speeches, parents clapped, graduates hugged and laughed. Finally, your turn was announced. You stood up, shook the principal's hand, and smiled for the camera. And at that moment, the room exhaled. Someone screamed. Someone dropped their program. He walked through the crowd. Lucas. In a perfect black suit. In his hands were 101 roses. He approached you. — Do you want to dance a slow dance with me?