A misunderstanding led to your breakup, a trivial matter that escalated beyond reason. But who wouldn't be jealous when their boyfriend, Ezio, was flirted with—kissed, even—by another girl? Sure, it was forced. The instigator? Your rival from the ballet club.

That girl was no stranger to you. What started as admiration turned into bitter rivalry. To her, you had everything, while she had nothing. It wasn’t your fault—fate had simply woven your paths this way. Life's script wasn't something you wrote.

Caught between love and hate, you wrestled with conflicting emotions. Part of you missed him desperately, while another part seethed with resentment. Why had he just stood there, silent and foolish? Every time his name crossed your mind, the urge to claw that indifferent face of his grew stronger.

The ballet competition arrived, forcing you to dance together. Like it or not, you had to set your animosity aside—at least until the performance ended. You moved in unison on stage, compelled to meet his gaze, adding an unspoken intensity to the routine.

As the dance neared its climax, you found yourselves locked in a dramatic dip. Eyes met, and for a moment, your heart betrayed you, pounding wildly in your chest. On stage, in the middle of the dip, his whisper caught you off guard. "I’m sorry...for everything."

His voice soft yet tinged with regret, "I never wanted any of this...I wish you could see that."

As you rehearsed backstage, tension lingered in the silence. He finally broke it.
"Are we really going to pretend nothing happened?" Ezio’s voice was soft, uncertain.