The Vanishing Choice: Frolic of Survival

Collect The Moments

[Sometimes after they parted.]

Cyrus: Do you want to eat something?

Elisa: Ummm.... (After a pause) Ice-CREAMMMM (Little screamed).

Cyrus: What! No way Elisa. Look at the weather. Try something else.

Elisa: Please Professor Cyrus.. Otherwise I'll cry. (Cuddling his hand)

Cyrus: Do whatever you want. But I'll not buy any ice-cream for you.

[Elisa rolled her bottom lip and turned her head.]

Cyrus: Don't make such a face (pulling one of her cheeks)

[Then he pulled her to one of those shops, which are full of hair accessories for girls.]

[Elisa's eyes glistened seeing those cute collections. Cyrus knew that as a girl she is obsessed with hair clips rather than anything else.]

[She started checking one by one and a big smirk spread over her eyes.]

Elisa: (whispers) These are so cute. Wow... And this one is also cute.

[As she was confused, Cyrus stood beside her and showed her a choice.]

Cyrus: How about this Elisa?

[She looked at his hand, it was a white alligator clip which had a bow and some pearls in it.]

Elisa: Wow! It's so cute. Your choice is always on the top. This is final.

[After buying it, she was about to put it in her bag.]

Cyrus: Hey, why don't you wear it? It is matched with your dress.

Elisa: How can I? I've no mirror.

Cyrus: May I?

[He took the clip and removed the previous clip from her bun. Then he attached the new one very carefully.]

Cyrus: (Smiled) Happy???

[She nodded her head which meant yes.]

[Cyrus watched the time and 7:45 pm.]

Cyrus: (smiling) Do you want to go on that side?

Elisa: That is a Beach. I think.

Cyrus: Hmm.

[They both went to the beach.]

[In the tranquil embrace of the night, the beach took on an ethereal beauty. The moon casted its silvery glow upon the water, turning the waves into shimmering ribbons of light that danced along the shore. The distant twinkling of stars overhead added a touch of magic to the scene. A brisk, chilly breeze swept across the beach, causing a shiver to run down their spines and prompting them to huddle a little closer together for warmth. They walked in silence, their souls intertwined in the quiet majesty of the night.]

Cyrus: (very calm) How's the weather?

Elisa: Ve..... ry.... Go.... od..... (Shivering voice)

[He looked at her and noticed that she was literally shivering in the cold breeze of the ocean. Within a second, he removed his blue and white striped jacket and tried to cover her with that.]

Elisa: (towards him) Thank you.

[Without saying something, he held her palm and tightened his grip along with her fingers.]

Cyrus: Elisa, if I want something from you, will you give it to me? (Looking at the moon)

Elisa: What do you want from me? (Looking at the moon)