In the solitude of unrequited love, I have danced alone, weaving dreams that were doomed from the start. Each step I took towards you was like navigating a field of hidden dangers, filled with the risk of rejection and the dread of losing our bond...
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As the tapestry of New Year's festivities unfolds, Serra finds herself immersed in the heart of the celebration, seated at the dining table with her best friend's parents, the affable Mr. and Mrs. Lee. Their late forties grace them with an air of warmth, yet there's a noticeable absence – David, their punctual son, is fashionably late for the New Year's dinner, injecting a subtle note of anticipation into the gathering.
Seizing the opportunity to delve into meaningful conversation, Mrs. Lee engages Serra in a discussion about her college pursuits. "Serra, I heard from David that you both are in the psychology course. Have you considered exploring painting or design for your extra courses? It's said to complement your major, opening doors in prestigious magazine companies as an artful branch."
Responding with a calming smile, Serra's eyes reveal the depth of her convictions. "Psychology allows me to delve into the intricacies of people—their emotions, feelings, and passion. A photograph without sentiment is but a barren canvas. Photography, to me, is about capturing moments that transport you to the past, evoking emotions buried deep within your heart."
The conversation takes an introspective turn as Serra shares her perspective. "Even the simplest scenes of nature instill a sense of happiness and positivity. A great photographer communicates through their photos, unraveling a message discovered through feelings and emotion. Psychology, in turn, equips me to comprehend these subtle nuances."
Acknowledging Serra's dedication, Mrs. Lee raises her glass in appreciation. "I see you are very serious about your major, and that's commendable. I hope you become a great photographer in the future. I look forward to your career, girl."
As warmth permeates the atmosphere, the door opens, ushering in two figures dusted with snow—Lily and David. Their entrance amplifies the vibrancy at the dining table. Breaking the momentary silence, Lily shares, "Mrs. Lee, my parents sent these homemade cookies."
Appreciating the gesture, Mrs. Lee responds graciously, "Thank you, Lily, and please convey our gratitude to your parents."
The aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air, prompting Serra to join the conversation. "Oh, Serra, nice to see you here," Lily exclaims.
Returning the sentiment with calm acknowledgement, Serra replies, "Mmhm, nice to see you too. How's Professor Wong?"
"He's great and is relaxing, thanks to the holidays," Lily shares with a hint of fondness in her voice.
This exchange creates a pleasant interlude, transforming the six-member dining table into a lively gathering. Lily, David, Mr. and Mrs. Lee, and Serra engage in discussions about university life and their shared interest in chess.
As the night deepens, Mrs. Lee expresses concern for Serra's safety, suggesting that David take her home. In a separate interaction, Serra artfully weaves a tale about having booked a cab. "No, it's okay. My house is in the opposite direction from Lily's, and it's also far away from your place."
