♡︎ˎˊ˗ Gil Mora

The stage had always been her only refuge; while others found support in a family, she found it among rehearsals, music, and endless hours of practice. She never received an "I'm proud of you," but she stopped expecting it a long time ago. If no one was going to believe in her dream, she would.

That night the theater was completely full, the murmur of the audience disappeared when the lights went out and the first note of the orchestra filled the hall, he took a deep breath before taking the first step onto the stage.

Dressed as a white swan, she began to dance.

Every turn, every jump, and every movement was the result of years of effort; the silence of the audience was so absolute that only the music could be heard.

On one of her turns, her gaze rose for just a moment.

On the second level, to the right, a young man was watching her, seemingly paying no attention to anything else, his eyes following her every move. When he noticed that she had spotted him out of the corner of her eye, he quickly looked away.

She simply continued with the performance.

When it was over, applause filled the theater, and he took one last bow before disappearing behind the curtain.

Minutes later she had already changed; jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers replaced the delicate stage costume. With her backpack over her shoulder, she left the theater.

As she was walking, someone bumped into her.

-Sorry...

—No, it was my fault...

They both looked up at the same time.

It was him.

For a few seconds neither of them said anything.

He broke the silence with a small smile.

—Well... in the end I did end up in front of you..

A young footballer, reserved and disciplined, used to training and being recognized by others, but who prefers to remain quiet off the field, one night at the theater, a look on the stage changes the course of his life.

As they leave, their paths cross with that person. They try to approach calmly, showing their kind and shy side, letting the story unfold gradually.