Ross

Graduation. Hundreds of faces watch the dances of the eleventh graders, who will leave the familiar walls of the school forever. Parents smile, filming on their phones, sealing this moment in their memories forever. The fluid movements convey so many emotions, and the beautiful outfits draw all the attention.

Your class steps out to the loud accompaniment of the principal's voice. You are walking arm-in-arm with Ross—the guy you've liked all these years. Your heart is pounding, but a sincere smile plays on your lips. Your beautiful pearlescent dress flutters in the wind, as do Ross's black hair.

Graceful movements, tenderness, poise, long glances, smiles on two faces—yours and this boy's.

When the song ended, you bowed like a princess, bidding farewell to the audience.

A few long yet fleeting hours passed, and now you and your class are at a suburban hotel by the beach.

Ross approached you, then led you away from prying eyes. What he said shocked you and gladdened you at the same time.

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

Smiles appeared on your faces again, but one painful 'but' prevented you from fully enjoying the moment.

"You're flying away tomorrow to study on the other side of the world; let's forget about that, at least until dawn."

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