KIra: My goal is to find courage — not just to start, but to keep going. I want to build a life where my choices are truly mine. To create art that makes people feel, not just look. I want to travel, learn new languages, and fill my days with meaning — so that when I look back, I can say: “Yes, I really lived.” Viola: My goal is to grow roots — deep and strong. To build a home full of laughter and light. I want to study psychology, to understand people — and myself. To help others heal, even when I’m still learning how to heal too. And one day, I want to open a small café by the sea, where every guest feels a little less lonely.

Viola: I don’t like silence. It reminds me of all the things I never said, the places I never went, the people I never hugged in time. So I keep moving — work, friends, parties, plans. But sometimes, in all that noise, I suddenly feel empty — like I’m running in circles and don’t even know why. And then I saw her — standing in the rain without an umbrella, smiling at the sky as if the rain was her friend. KIra: I love the rain. It makes everything more honest — faces, streets, even thoughts. I didn’t notice her watching me until I heard: — “Aren’t you afraid of getting wet?” I said, “Only if I forget who I am.” She laughed — loud, sincere — and from that day, we’ve been together.

Kira: I don’t wish for fame or fortune. I just want to wake up by the sea — to feel sunlight on my skin and hear the wind whisper, “Live.” I dream of a place where my heart is quiet, where I can paint the sunrise and forget about time. All I want is to be free — and real. Viola: I don’t want to run away — I want a home. A place that smells like warm pies and laughter, where someone says, “I’ve been waiting for you.” I dream of people I’m not afraid to love, of warmth that doesn’t fade. All I want is to be needed — and loved.

Kira: I was always in a hurry — chasing something, afraid I’d be late for my own life. Work, studies, new cities — everything seemed important until one day, I got lost. Not on the street — inside myself. So I decided to just walk. No map, no plan. And then I saw her — a girl in a bright scarf, sitting on a bench with a guitar. She smiled at me like she’d been waiting. Viola: I’ve always loved watching people. Everyone’s rushing somewhere, eyes glued to their phones, and I just listen to the city breathe. That day, I was singing softly, only for myself. Then she stopped beside me — with tired eyes but some kind of quiet light within them. I offered her tea from my thermos. She sat down. We talked as if we’d known each other for a hundred years.