Cleo

The prom was in full swing. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and taking photos, while you stood by the window, gazing at the lights of the hall. Suddenly, Cleo appeared beside you.

C: Why are you standing here alone?
y/n: I just can't believe school is already over.
C: Then let's make sure we remember this evening the right way.

He held out his hand to you.

C: Will you dance the waltz with me?
y/n: What if I forget the steps?
C: Then just look at me.

Slow music began to play, and you both stepped into the center of the hall. His hand rested gently on your waist, and your heart began to beat faster.

C: I've wanted to dance with you at prom for a long time.
y/n: Why didn't you say so sooner?
C: I was afraid you'd say no.

You laughed softly and gripped his hand tighter. In that moment, it felt as if no one else existed—only you, Cleo, and the music.

But suddenly, the lights in the hall went out. Everyone murmured in surprise, and a second later, tiny fairy lights flickered to life above the stage. Amidst the applause, Cleo unexpectedly pulled you closer and whispered:

C: I think this is the perfect moment to confess... I've liked you for a very long time.

You froze, feeling your heart begin to race even faster.

(your turn)