A woman has spent her life being chosen second while the man she loves keeps returning to someone else. When he makes the same choice once more, she finally decides to put herself first and walk away. Her journey becomes one of reclaiming her own worth and discovering what love looks like when she stops waiting to be picked.
The setting sun washes over the Rockies. The lodge guests gather around, laughing and playing games. Someone starts it, and soon, everyone is chanting for Kale and Sarah to kiss. The cheers get louder and louder. Sarah lowers her head, her cheeks turning red.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, Kale waves them off. Knock it off. I'm engaged. I can't do that. But the next second, he leans down and gently lifts Sarah's chin. I watch him press a slow, tender kiss to her forehead.
head. The sunset glows around them as the crowd erupts in cheers. I stand frozen, all over. The evening breeze is gentle, but I can't feel any warmth. When I come to, I see Syrah walking towards me with a beer in hand. She sits down beside me. Viola, Carol and I just made a new deal. Dusk slowly gives way to darkness as the
lifts her hair. There's a trace of sadness on her face, mixed with resentment. I know Kale's torn, but that's okay. I'll make him choose between us soon. Syrah lowers her voice, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes. Who do you think Kale loves me or you? Before I can answer, Syrah suddenly stumbles, sending loose rocks tumbling over the