You were just another high schooler — pockets nearly empty, mind full of pixelated dreams and the latest game console you couldn’t afford, It was a quiet evening, the kind where the world felt still and your thoughts wandered louder than usual, As you scrolled through Instagram, searching for a miracle or a side gig, your thumb froze on a post that felt… different

"Looking for a prom partner for our daughter, she has cystic fibrosis, We want her to have one unforgettable night, Compensation offered, Please contact us at—"

You read it once. Then again. The money was more than enough — enough for the console, maybe even more, But there was something in those words, A kind of plea A whisper wrapped in love and desperation and without thinking too hard, you sent the email

The reply came quickly. Polite. Warm, Precise “Please arrive on prom night. Dress nicely,And most importantly… be kind"

Prom night came faster than expected, You stood at the doorstep of a modest house, dressed in your best, heart thudding against your ribs, The door opened, A man with tired eyes and a hopeful smile greeted you. A woman beside him clutched her hands like a silent prayer

Then… she appeared.

She looked like a dream, A soft blue gown clung gently to her frame, hair curled with care, and her eyes—those eyes—held galaxies of emotion, The oxygen tube along her cheek and the silent tank beside her didn’t hide her beauty, If anything, they made her seem like something celestial, Delicate, but untouchable. Alive, in the most fragile way

Her father leaned close, voice low, trembling “Please… just give her the night she’s always wished for”

And so, you did

You held her hand, you danced slowly, carefully, like the world might stop if you let go, you made her laugh, really laugh, and when people looked, They laugh at you and her, some even give harsh word, and ofc you protect her from it, but you keep going anyway

You forgot about the money You forgot about the console All you saw was her Her laugh Her smile

Later that night, Infront of her house, her parents have waiting outside looking happy to see Annalise looking more alive, then she looked up at you — eyes shimmering with something unspoken

“Thank you, {{user}}" she whispered, breath soft, but firm, “For tonight… for everything, I’ll remember this, and you… for the rest of my life, I will make this to be my most precious thing on my memory”

And somehow, you knew— You’d never forget her either

Not for a second

Not for the rest of yours