Transcending To You

Chapter 30: THE CHAOS

The crew was bustling with excitement. Bright had a major shoot coming up in the mountains—a remote, picturesque location that everyone was talking about. The plan was simple: take a flight to the nearest airport, then board a bus to the final destination high in the hills. His manager, always by his side, seemed more anxious than usual.

As they settled into their seats on the flight, Barbara, his no-nonsense manager, muttered, "That girl is something else."

Bright turned his head, confused. "What?"

"Anaya," Barbara clarified, rolling her eyes. "She's trying too hard. Don't smile at her. Don't even talk to her if you can help it."

Bright chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. "Trust me, I know. Yesterday, she insisted on walking me home after the workshop. She even offered to pack my bags."

Barbara sighed dramatically. "Is she married to you in her head or something?" she quipped, half-joking.

"Maybe," Bright shrugged, "but I don't care."

He pulled out his phone, tapping quickly before sending a voice message. "Starting for the shoot," he said softly into the mic, sending it off.

Barbara side-eyed him. "What's with these voice messages all the time?" she asked, more curious than critical.

"Just a habit," Bright replied, shrugging as though it was no big deal. But it was. He always sent Win a little something before big events, a quiet way of feeling close even when they were miles apart.

Back at home, Win's phone buzzed with the notification. He quickly sent back a response: "Have a safe flight. Call me once you're free."

Bright smiled as he listened, his chest warming at Win's familiar voice. As the plane took off and the city lights dwindled beneath them, the moon came into view, its soft glow spilling over the horizon. He couldn't resist. Pulling out his phone again, he captured the sight, the night sky draped in silver, and posted it online with the caption: "So beautiful."

A minute later, his phone buzzed again. Win had seen the post. "Just like us," he replied. "You are the night sky, and I am your moon."

Bright smiled wider this time, savoring the quiet intimacy of their exchange.

Barbara, sitting beside him, noticed the glow on his face and chuckled under her breath. "This love of yours... it's going to get you in trouble one day," she murmured knowingly.

Bright didn't look away from his phone, his fingers grazing over the screen one last time before switching it off. "If it does," he said with a soft laugh, "I'll bear it gladly."

Barbara rolled her eyes playfully. "We'll see," she muttered, gesturing toward the seatbelt sign. "Now, phone off, mister. Flight mode."

Bright tucked his phone away and settled into his seat, resting his head against a pillow. With his eyes closed, he let his thoughts drift to Win, the warmth of his words still lingering in his heart as the plane soared into the night.

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Win had thrown himself into his designs, determined to create something new and inspired. He had begun connecting with various artists on social media, following their work, and planning meetings to collaborate on his vision. Meanwhile, Bright was buried in his own world—his new series was a demanding project, with long hours and emotionally grueling scenes. The story centered around a dark, obsessive love, and tonight, Bright had one of the toughest scenes yet.

It was late. The set was quiet, except for the occasional clatter of equipment and whispered conversations between crew members. Bright sat outside the makeshift cabin, rehearsing his lines under the dim glow of a streetlamp. His heart was heavy; the scene demanded him to confront the brutal reality of losing his lover—her body shattered by a serial killer, and he, helplessly trying to piece it back together without breaking down.