As the lights dimmed and the opening scenes of "Ha Ha Seas" filled the screen, Erevin settled into his seat. The laughter and chatter of the audience faded as the movie began, but Erevin wasn't paying attention.
Instead, his eyes wandered to Dawn.
She was entirely captivated. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she followed every twist and turn of the plot, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She leaned slightly forward, her focus completely absorbed. The way she lit up at every joke or clever scene made Erevin's heart skip a beat.
The popcorn bucket rested idly between them. Dawn had forgotten it entirely, her hand hovering inside without moving. Erevin smiled softly to himself, careful not to disturb her and, without thinking much, grabbed a handful of popcorn and held it up to her lips.
Dawn ate it without hesitation, her gaze still glued to the screen. She didn't seem to realize what he had done, too absorbed in the movie's world.
Erevin couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. She was like a little kid—pure and full of wonder. For someone who had spent so much time locked in his own mind, drowning in loneliness, this moment felt unreal.
She's so innocent, he thought. So happy. So... carefree.
The voices in his head quieted, letting him soak in the moment. She felt like a vision—her unguarded laughter and genuine excitement making her seem more radiant than he had ever noticed before.
He repeated the gesture a few more times, carefully ensuring she didn't notice. She ate each handful absentmindedly, laughing at a scene or gasping at another, and each time his heart swelled a little more.
He bit back a small laugh when she gasped dramatically at a twist in the movie. He couldn't help it—she was utterly captivating.
She watched the movie. He watched her.
The way her face lit up with joy, the way her fingers fidgeted lightly in the popcorn bucket when she wasn't focused, and the occasional little tilt of her head as she leaned toward the screen.
She's amazing. So... childlike and cute.
He was starstruck.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Erevin forgot about his own awkwardness and insecurities. In this dimly lit theater, surrounded by strangers, he felt like the luckiest person alive. Just sitting here, by her side, feeding her popcorn in secret while she remained oblivious, felt more precious than anything he could've imagined.
As the credits rolled and the theater lights began to brighten, Dawn turned to Erevin with a soft smile, her eyes still glimmering with emotion from the film.
"It was so romantic," she said, her voice gentle, almost dreamy. Then, after a moment's pause, she added with a faint sigh, "But the ending was so sad... Do you think love should be like that?"
Erevin blinked, caught off guard by her question. His heart gave a little jolt. Love? What did he know about love?
He hesitated, glancing at her. Her expression was open, curious, but there was also a hint of something deeper—vulnerability, maybe? That made his heart race.
"I don't think love should be about endings," he said, his words measured. "Love is... moments. Like when the world feels too heavy, and then suddenly someone makes it lighter. It's when time doesn't matter because just being there, in the same space, is enough. It's not about grand gestures or perfect stories—it's about feeling seen, like your existence matters to someone, even in the smallest ways."
He paused, his gaze drifting to the now-empty screen. "Love doesn't have to be tragic, but it's not always perfect either. Maybe it's both—the beauty and the ache, the joy and the sadness. And maybe that's what makes it real."
Erevin looked back at her, his chest tightening slightly as he caught her watching him, her eyes wide and unreadable. He shifted awkwardly, his confidence faltering. "I mean... that's just what I think. I could be wrong."
Dawn's lips curved into a soft smile, and for a moment, she didn't say anything. Her silence wasn't uncomfortable, though—
"You're not wrong," she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper.
Erevin and Dawn walked out of the theater into the cool evening air. Erevin wasn't holding her hand anymore, thinking there was no immediate danger. But to his surprise, Dawn slipped her hand into his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He simply held her hand, his heart fluttering at the warmth of her fingers intertwined with his.
Anno's Note:
I don't know if anybody will ever read upto here, but if you are still reading, thank you. If you are liking the story so for please let me know with one comment. If you dislike the story please also let me know, its my first time writing so I don't know if I am doing good.✨✌️
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