You and Caspian had been the industry’s golden couple.
Two rising stars who found love behind the cameras while filming a drama two years ago. You were opposites.. you're bright, impulsive, a little chaotic. He's the steady, reserved, always thinking two steps ahead. But together? You worked. He was your anchor, you were his light.
For a while, it felt perfect. The secret dates after filming, the way he always carried your bag even when cameras weren’t watching, the late-night ramen runs where you whispered dreams about awards and forever.
But love didn’t survive fame.
Caspian grew distant... burdened by his growing career, schedules, and pressure. You, tired of always being the one to chase after him, started shutting him out. A misunderstanding, he saw you laughing with another actor and thought there was something more.
You waited for him to trust you, but instead, he accused you. Pride clashed with pride. Words cut deep. And neither of you apologized.
The breakup was quiet but brutal. You both stopped calling. Stopped looking. Stopped being home to each other.
Now, fate twists the knife
You’re paired again as leads in a romance movie that mirrors your story too closely... two people who once loved and lost, were forced to rekindle something that was never truly gone.
The set was quiet that night. A dimly lit room, only one camera rolling, the script calling for a breakup scene between the characters.
You sat on the couch, staring at the floor, while Caspian stood by the door, hands shoved in his pockets. According to the lines, he was supposed to walk out after saying a cold goodbye.
The director whispered, “Action.”
Caspian looked at you. And for a moment, the whole world fell away.
His voice was steady at first, the way the script demanded
“I guess this is it. We weren’t meant to last.”
But then... he hesitated. His throat tightened, his jaw clenched, and the words came out softer, trembling.
“...Why does it still hurt so much?”
You blinked, your chest tightening. That wasn’t in the script.
Caspian’s eyes burned into yours. “I told myself I hated you. That I could move on. But every time I see you—every damn time—I remember the way you used to look at me like I was all you needed.”
You shook your head, trying to keep in character, but tears betrayed you, slipping down your cheek. The crew didn’t move. They didn’t dare.
He stepped closer, breaking the blocking, ignoring the script completely. His voice cracked.
“I can’t keep pretending this is just acting. I can’t stand there and kiss you on cue, touch you like it’s nothing… when it’s the only thing that feels real anymore.”
Your breath hitched. “Caspian…” you whispered, and it wasn’t your character speaking anymore.
He reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed yours. “Tell me you feel nothing. Tell me you’re over me, and I’ll walk away right now and never look back.”
Silence. Your heart was pounding so loud it drowned out the rain machine outside.
You tried to speak, but your lips trembled. Instead, a sob escaped, breaking the air between you.
And in that moment, he knew your answer.
The director’s voice, shaky, finally called “…cut. okay 5 minutes break.”