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To those who loved from a distance, their hearts echoing what their lips could not say.

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°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀, 32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑, 25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 ᥫ᭡

"Cut!" The director called, and I finally exhaled deeply, stepping away from the male lead. To be honest, I didn't particularly enjoy working with him. In fact, my true purpose for being here had nothing to do with acting at all. No, no, whatever you're thinking, that's entirely wrong. I wasn't here for the acting experience. I was here for him. For whom? The director of this movie.

Three months into filming, I still felt disconnected from my character. I had no idea how my performances were being received by others, but the emotions I was portraying on screen felt completely alien to the ones I was truly experiencing. I was just feeling that I'm expressing my feelings to everyway I acted infront of that camera.

Each time he would yell, "Lights, camera, and... action!" my heart would skip a beat. I was falling for him with every passing moment. I had few friends in this new city, my life consisting of nothing more than work and the solitude of my apartment. No one knew the turmoil I was experiencing, the secret adoration I harbored for him.

Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was

praised.