Paths To Forever

The best part of the day

But then, something caught my eye.

It was a girl.

She was standing in the middle of the street, right there, as if the rain had no effect on her. She was laughing.

A wild, carefree laugh that carried even over the roar of the storm. Her friends were with her, spinning in circles, the rain washing over them as if it didn't matter.

They were dancing.
The kind of free-spirited dance that you only see in moments where the world fades away and nothing exists except the joy of the moment.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Her hair, soaked and wild, stuck to her face, but she didn't care. She twirled, arms outstretched, her face glowing with pure joy.
She was so different from everyone else down there, from the people who were huddled under awnings or rushing to get out of the rain.
She wasn't hiding from it. She was embracing it.

I stood there, my fingers lightly pressed against the cool glass, watching her like a dream I couldn't reach.

The world outside seemed so distant, so out of my grasp, while she was so... free. So alive. She wasn't like anyone I had ever met.

And that's when it hit me.

The pull.

The ache.

The sudden certainty that she was someone I needed to know.

But I couldn't. Not yet.

I was still trapped in my world, my life, where I was constantly in the spotlight, where every move I made had an audience.
She was just a stranger, an untouchable piece of the city, caught in a moment that felt like it belonged only to her.

I could hear my bandmates talking behind me, but I wasn't listening.
I couldn't.
All I could hear, all I could see, was her.

And as if the universe had conspired against me, she looked up.

Our eyes met, and for a brief moment, it was like everything around us stopped.

The rain, the noise, the city-it all blurred.

She saw me standing there in the building, watching her, and for a split second, I could see her hesitate. She didn't look away, but there was something in her gaze.
Something that made me feel... seen. Not just as Saif Amari, the singer, but as the person behind the fame.

Then, just as quickly, she turned back to her friends and continued dancing, as if our moment had never happened.

But I felt it.

I felt the connection, however fleeting it was, and I knew that I couldn't just watch her from afar anymore.

It wasn't enough to be an observer in her world. I had to step into it.

The thought gnawed at me the entire day. I went back to my hotel later, restless, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she had felt the same thing, if she had even remembered seeing me.

I had never felt so disconnected from my own life-so caught in a moment, so desperate to cross the distance between us.

But how? How could I possibly bridge the gap between who I was and who she was?

She was just a girl in the rain, dancing with her friends, and I was someone who couldn't even walk down the street without people following me.

How could I reach her? How could I possibly get close enough to understand the world she lived in when mine was so different?