Ross

Graduation. Hundreds of faces watch the eleventh-grade dance, leaving the familiar walls of school forever. Parents smile, take pictures on their phones, and capture this moment forever. The smooth movements convey so much emotion, and the beautiful outfits draw attention.

Your class files out to the loud accompaniment of the principal's voice. You walk arm in arm with Ross, the boy you've liked all these years. Your heart is pounding, but a genuine smile plays across your face. Your beautiful pearl dress flutters in the wind, as does Ross's black hair.

Graceful movements, tenderness, precision, long eye contact, smiles on two faces – yours and this guy’s.

When the song ended, you bowed like a princess, saying goodbye to the audience.

Several long, but so quickly, hours passed, and now you and your class are in a suburban hotel, near the beach.

Ross approached you and then pulled you away from prying eyes. What he said shocked you and pleased you at the same time.

– I just can’t imagine my day without your smile and voice, because I like you.

Smiles appeared on faces again, but one painful thing prevented them from enjoying it fully.

• Tomorrow you're flying off to study on the other side of the world, let's forget about it at least until dawn.

Ross's voice turned sad, but he took a decisive step towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around in an endless, smooth dance.