The moment Lily confessed the truth to Henry, the atmosphere around them had turned heavy… almost suffocating. Henry's expression had sunk, eyes fixed on the ground, like the world had suddenly shifted beneath his feet.
Lily waited quietly, biting her lip, unsure whether she had done the right thing telling him.
And then—Henry suddenly smirked.
"But I still hope…" he said softly.
Lily looked at him, confused, almost startled by the sudden change in his tone.
Henry continued, this time with a bright, warm smile that reached his eyes.
"I still hope they'll end up together."
Lily blinked once.
Then again.
And slowly… she smiled.
"…Let's see," she whispered.
The heaviness broke. Not completely, but enough for them to breathe again.
Chris & Twilight Return
Chris and Twilight came walking back from the quiet side of the garden. Lily and Henry—who had just settled their strange moment—were standing side by side, talking calmly.
The sight shocked both Chris and Twilight.
They exchanged the exact same reaction:
A dramatic, confused sigh.
The two of them looked like a mismatched puzzle trying to figure itself out.
But as soon as Chris and Twilight reached them, Lily and Henry both burst into laughter—loud, unstoppable, almost childish laughter.
Chris blinked. "What??"
Twilight frowned. "Why are you laughing at us?"
Neither Lily nor Henry answered. They just kept laughing, wiping their eyes.
And despite being confused, Chris and Twilight slowly smiled too. There was something warm about seeing their friends laugh like that.
Something innocent.
Something normal.
A rare feeling these days.
The Masked Guy – Silence of the Dead Street
Meanwhile, far away from the glowing school building, the masked guy stood on another rooftop, scanning every corner of the sleeping city.
He had cleared several streets already… yet something still felt wrong.
Like there was a shadow moving beneath the surface.
Then suddenly—he froze.
One particular street caught his attention.
It was too quiet.
No lights on.
No footsteps.
No cars.
Nothing.
A dead silence that didn't belong in a living city.
His muscles tensed.
Without a second thought, he jumped from the rooftop, landing silently on the empty road. His boots barely made a sound. Fog crept low across the ground, swirling around him like it sensed his presence.
He gripped his weapon.
Something was here.
Something dark.
The Slow Dance Begins
Back at the school, the lights dimmed inside the auditorium. The song changed to something soft, something slow—violins humming through the air and glowing lights forming a dim golden haze.
Slow dance was starting.
Students rushed to the dance floor with their dates, excited whispers filling the room. It was the moment everyone had waited for.
Henry turned to Lily, suddenly shy again.
"Um…" he whispered, scratching the back of his neck. "Would you… want to dance with me?"
Lily didn't answer right away.
Instead, she turned to look at Chris—who stood beside Twilight, clearly jealous even though she tried so hard to hide it behind a straight face. Lily smirked.
Then she answered Henry.
"…Yes."
They walked together toward the ballroom, Henry smiling softly, Lily glancing back one more time at Chris's almost-pouting expression.
Twilight & Chris – A Messy Start
Twilight inhaled deeply, ready to ask Chris—
"Chris… will you—"
"Yes."
He stopped.
She said it so fast he didn't even finish his question.
And she didn't say it romantically at all. She grabbed his hand quickly and dragged him toward the ballroom before he could process anything.
It felt rushed.
Forced.
And Twilight felt it.
He stared at their hands, then at her stiff expression, and a small sadness pulled at his chest.
He had thought tonight would be special.
A memory they would both treasure.
But instead… she looked distracted.
Jealous.
Annoyed.
He tried to hide his disappointment, but his face showed everything. He wasn't good at pretending.
Chris noticed.
Her heart pinched.
She took a deep breath and stopped walking. Slowly, she turned to face him. The music played softly behind them, couples already swaying under the dim lights.
"Twilight…" she whispered.
He looked up, surprised.
"I'm sorry," she said, voice gentle now. "For being rough. I just… I had a lot in my head."
His eyes softened immediately.
She extended her hand properly this time.
"Will you dance with me?"
Twilight's entire face lit up.
Not just a smile—his whole expression brightened like someone switched on a light inside him.
"Yes," he said instantly.
And he took her hand.
This time, the moment finally felt real.