Author's Note: This was developed from a certain idea my friend had - I believe that she wanted something not less than a movie. She vaguely told me that she wanted it to be as if it were a frame-by-frame play; something I never really understood. Sadly enough, this is what came out of it. Thanks for passing by :)

The wind blows past the pages of the yearbook temporarily left forgotten on the coffee table by the window…

He smiled as he shyly looked up to her, the most beautiful in class…for him anyway.

She saw him glimpse at her…and he immediately pulled away from his stare.

He looked once more to see her smile at him.

It's been years, but he can still remember everything that ever happened in high school…and she cannot help thinking of all the things that could have happened otherwise.

He's already running late, and he forgets to pick up the flowers.

She's waiting patiently at the little coffee shop, wondering where on Earth he could be.

She raised her hand at once when she saw him raise his.

"Is there anyone else who'd like to join these two on their side of the debate?", he heard the teacher say, as he thought of why she decided to be with him on his side.

She saw their teacher smile irritably. "No, no one? Very well then…"

He heard a sigh. "Prepare well for what you have to say, you two…I know that both of you are excellent students and may well defeat the pros anyway. Good luck!" And she saw the teacher walk away.

He gulped in a breath of air, and nodded at her to join him to the library. She smiled at him and proceeded to follow his footsteps. Their classmates howled after them.

Ah, Ecuador roses, her favorite. He knows they're not at all cheap, but she's worth it.

Ah, a Gucci dress, quite expensive. But nothing's too expensive for him.

She smiled at him as she handed him the stack of papers containing her report on the valedictorian of the graduating class.

He took it at once, and saw the picture she herself had taken of the senior. Amazing photography, he was about to say.

Unfortunately, she waved at him and went out of the school's news office without a word.

Her mother went over to his mother and asked what time the school's accounting office would open. His mother told her what she needed to know plus a little background about her son to start a friendship between the two parents.

He runs a hand over the page where she wrote her dedication for him on. She has such cute handwriting, he murmurs.

She giggles places a finger on his picture before turning the page to her own.

He glances at his watch. He lets out a little sigh of relief. Not TOO late, thankfully.

She sips her almost drained glass of iced tea. He had better come soon.

He sat down, all alone, at the cafeteria, crying at his loss.

She saw him all by himself, and immediately sat beside him, comforted him.

He slipped on the still-wet floor of the office. It was still early, but he decided to go ahead on to school to finish the still necessary paperwork, technically speaking.

She heard the door open, and stood in silence before taking one, two steps toward the door. She tripped, expectedly.

He heard a little yelp and rushed to her aid. He looked deep into her eyes and…

He sighs, thinking, wishing for something yet to come true…only in his dreams.

She smiles, knowing, hoping that her long-yearned want would soon be fulfilled…only in her dreams.

She waved to her parents, before blushingly taking his arm. She admired her pretty little shoes, and looked anywhere but at him, handsome as he was at this particular night.

He was trying his best to hide his happiness; after all, actually taking your ultimate dream date to the Prom is quite remarkable.

She was shedding tears of profound happiness. Never had she thought that the one she'd come to love would love her back…

He leaned back and embraced her tightly before wiping away both her tears and his. He smiled.

A first kiss.

He runs and runs, praying to the Lord that she hadn't left yet. He opens the door to the little café, and scans the place for any sign of her.

She sees him, but makes no move to let herself be recognized by the one she's been waiting for. She giggles to herself.

"Smile!" Click. "Thank you! Next!" The door opened and closed. "Smile!" Click. "Thank you!"…

She wiped her forehead with a handkerchief and told her companion to take over for her.

He came inside the office and handed her a cute little strawberry shortcake.

A tear kisses the page of the yearbook wherein her picture is found.

Finally, he finds her, and makes his way across the crowd. He lets out a smile, as if trying to make up for his tardiness with such gesture.

She waves to him, slyly tapping her almost finished glass of iced tea.

He hands her the flowers, and waits for her reaction.

She looks at the gift lovingly, caressing each petal with delicate care.

He held her hand and kissed her lightly.

She smiled, and muttered an 'I love you'.

She was handed a medal by the directress. She then smiled at him as he made his way up the stage.

He received his award and walked down the stage with her by his side. He then took her hand in his and proceeded to their respective seats.

He sits in the chair in front of her and suddenly, his eyes land on something at a near distance…

She turns her head and…

He closes the yearbook shut as gentle tears began to fall. Yesterday's coffee makes its way towards the black and white pages.

She tenderly strokes the book and sighs.

She sees HIM, with a different person, someone who's not her, someone who's called his mother.

He sees HER, with a different person, someone who's not him, someone who's called her fiancé.

The leaves begin to fall and the yearbook is left on the coffee table where it once was…