Joyce, a gentle young monkey with a cautious heart, crosses paths with Rusty — a rough but kind-eyed monkey who’s known the pain of being abandoned deep in the forest. Their meeting is quiet at first, marked by long stares, unsure steps, and the echoes of loneliness that both of them carry.
Joyce approaches slowly, sensing something different in Rusty. He’s not aggressive, just guarded — the way someone acts when they’ve been hurt too many times. She doesn’t rush. She just sits nearby, letting silence speak for both of them.
Rusty watches her, curious. He sees that she, too, knows what it feels like to be forgotten.
Is this the start of love? Or a fleeting moment between two souls who understand each other too well?
In the stillness of the forest, they don’t need words. Just presence.
A soft touch on the shoulder. A shared piece of food. A look that says, “I see you.”
