The movie had taken a serious turn.
The main character, a charming but reckless guy who thought he could play with people's emotions without consequence, was now cornered.
His flirty, carefree lifestyle had backfired in the worst way possible, and now he had to make a choice.
He could choose to fix the mess he had created or run from it like the coward he had always been.
The music swelled, the dramatic lighting cast heavy shadows over the protagonist's devastated face, and Hugo, of all people, actually felt his heart clench a little.
Wait. What?
Hugo blinked, momentarily forgetting to chew on the popcorn in his mouth. Was he...relating to this dude?
The same guy he had been cursing at for the past hour?
Hugo had spent the whole movie roasting this fool, calling him every insult in his vocabulary, yet now, as the guy stared at his reflection in the mirror, questioning his own actions, Hugo felt something...deep.
