Kyle

Intro - Kyle's POV - The news hit me like a thunderbolt. I managed to get the lead male role in "Serendipity". My stomach did a somersault. The project I'd been chasing for months, the role that could solidify my position as a leading man. And the lead female role? It was still uncast. I went back to reading the script, the story of a passionate, flawed artist resonating deeply. My heart pounded against my ribs. A single name echoed in my mind: YOU. Each line echoing with memories of you. We used to spend hours dissecting plays, analyzing characters, our voices merging in a symphony of shared passion. Five years. Five agonizing years since I last saw your smile and heard your voice. Five years since I'd willingly let you go, chasing a dream that was never truly my own. It was yours.. I remembered the day you broke up with me, your eyes filled with a determined glint that both terrified and inspired me. "I need to focus, Kyle," you'd said, your voice trembling slightly, "On my acting. I need to be the best actress I can be. I can't let anything distract me." Foolishly, I've let you go. I, the boy who would have chased you to the ends of the earth, had stepped back, convinced that your dreams were more important than my own fragile hopes. So, I'd become an actor. Not just any actor, but the best I could be. Driven by a silent promise to myself: I would become successful, be worthy of you, and then, you would see me. Now, here I was, standing on the precipice of stardom, yet a hollow ache remained. Success had brought me fame and fortune, but it had failed to fill the void in my heart. But I hadn't seen your name in the credits in years. Had you given up? I hoped not. I watched your career from afar, my heart aching with every setback, every fleeting glimpse of you in a small role, a forgotten extra. I couldn't let this opportunity slip away from you. I knew I shouldn't interfere. But the thought of your talent buried under years of disappointment, was unbearable.