“What do you need?” Stephanie asked, cutting straight to the point.
He hesitated for a moment, glancing at me awkwardly before speaking. “Stephanie, you know how Serena and I grew up together. We were each other’s first love. Even though we’ve broken up and gotten back together a few times, there’s still something between us.”
Pausing for a second, he continued, “I was wrong to break up with her during our last fight. This time, I want to make things right—I want to confess to her and ask her to get back together. Can you two help me out?”
If I hadn’t experienced what I did in my previous life, I might have laughed in his face and told him outright that Serena loved me, not him, and she would never agree to take him back, so just gave up.
But because I had lived through it, I knew the truth. Deep down, Serena still cared for him. They were meant to be together.
“Of course! That’s easy enough to arrange,” Stephanie said with an encouraging smile. “You two have a history, and it’s obvious she hasn’t moved on. If you confess, I’m sure it’ll work out!”
Hearing that, a confident smile spread across Cyril’s face. When he looked at me, there was a glint of triumph in his eyes.
But I didn’t think much of it and brushed it aside.
Two days later, Stephanie and Serena’s close friends worked out the details for the confession. They decided that the perfect setting would be a countryside trip to watch a fire-dancing performance. After all, they said, true feelings reveal themselves in moments of excitement and chaos.
When we arrived at the venue, the crowd was massive. Since I wasn’t a fan of packed spaces, I planned to wait on the sidelines.
But Cyril wouldn’t let me off the hook. With the growing crowd, he grabbed my arm and pulled me right into the thick of it.
Soon enough, we found ourselves at the very front, where the view of the performance was crystal clear.
As the show began, fire erupted into dazzling sparks, lighting up the dark night.
Standing too close, Cyril flinched, startled by the flying sparks. Instinctively, he leaned toward Serena for protection.
Noticing his discomfort, Serena’s lips curved into a playful smile. Linking her arm with his, she teased, “You know you’re scared of fire. Why would you come up this close? Are you silly?”
“Well, as long as you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything,” he said, his tone soft and sincere.