Joe stood beside a glowing console while the virtual world rendered around them. A quiet beach at sunset appeared—waves rolling in slow motion, the sky burning orange and violet.
“This is incredible,” said Nelly Furtado, looking around. “Your friend really built this?”
Joe nodded and pointed up at a small satellite icon drifting across the sky. “Courtesy of Elon Musk and the brains of Grok AI. The whole thing runs like a movie set in the clouds.”
Nelly laughed. “So this is your idea of a date now? Virtual beaches and billionaire tech?”
Joe shrugged. “Hey, when you can’t rent the Mediterranean, you improvise.”
She walked along the digital shoreline, her footsteps leaving glowing prints in the sand. “You know what I’m waiting for though,” she teased. “Your AI movies.”
Joe scratched the back of his head. “About that… I need to make something clear again.”
Nelly folded her arms with a playful smile. “Uh oh. Sounds serious.”
Joe looked at her straight. “I’m not Richard Gere. I’m not a professional kisser in every movie scene.”
Nelly burst out laughing. “That’s your big speech?”
“I’m serious,” Joe continued. “In the AI films I make… I only kiss one person. You. No random actresses, no Hollywood nonsense.”
Nelly tilted her head. “Exclusive contract?”
“Exactly,” Joe said. “If there’s a romantic scene in one of my AI movies, it’s you and me. That’s the rule.”
She smiled, clearly amused by the declaration. “So the whole AI studio… just to guarantee you don’t have to kiss anyone else?”
Joe grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”
The sun in the simulation slowly dipped below the horizon as the virtual ocean reflected the last light.
Nelly nudged him. “You’re a strange director, Joe.”
“Maybe,” he said. “But at least the casting choices are easy.” 🌅
Nelly Furtado sat alone in a quiet café, the hum of the espresso machine blending with the soft buzz of conversation around her. Outside, the rain fell in lazy sheets, blurring the neon lights of the city into a watercolor haze. She stirred her tea absentmindedly, her thoughts heavy with the weight of unfulfilled dreams.
Her life, once vibrant and full of promise, now felt like a fleeting whisper in the wind. The doctors had given her the news two months ago: her condition was terminal. She had smiled politely, thanked them for their honesty, and walked out of the hospital with a strange sense of calm. But the calm had since turned into a storm of regret.
Her biggest regret wasn’t the illness or the career choices that had led her to step away from the spotlight. It was Joe.
Joe Jukic, the man who had stolen her heart and kept it hidden away like a secret he was too afraid to share. They had shared stolen moments, whispered promises, and dreams spoken in the quiet hours of the night. But Joe had never been brave enough to love her in the light of day.
She remembered the way he had avoided her hand in public, the way he had deflected questions about their relationship, always hiding behind excuses. “It’s complicated,” he would say. “You know how it is, Nelly. People wouldn’t understand.”
But Nelly had understood all too well. Joe was afraid—afraid of judgment, of scrutiny, of what people would think. And now, as her days dwindled, she realized she couldn’t wait for him to find his courage.
That’s when she decided to make a bucket list.
The List
Sing one last song to a live audience.
Dance barefoot in the rain.
Visit the cliffs of Moher at sunrise.
Tell Joe the truth about how he broke her heart.
Forgive him.
The first item on her list was the easiest. She called an old friend who owned a small jazz bar downtown. “One night only,” she had said. “No cameras, no press. Just me and the music.”
When the night came, the bar was packed. She stepped onto the tiny stage, her heart pounding in her chest. As she sang, her voice cracked with emotion, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. They cheered her on, their applause filling the room like a warm embrace.
For the first time in years, she felt alive.
The second item came naturally. After her performance, the rain had started to fall, and she kicked off her heels, spinning and laughing in the middle of the street. Strangers joined her, their laughter mingling with hers as the rain washed away her tears.
The third item took her to Ireland, where she stood on the edge of the cliffs, the wind whipping her hair around her face. The sunrise painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, and for a moment, she felt at peace.
The fourth item was the hardest.
The Confrontation
Joe opened the door to find her standing there, a shadow of the woman he had once known. Her eyes, though tired, still held that spark of determination.
“Nelly,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to tell you the truth,” she said, stepping inside. “You broke my heart, Joe. You had the chance to love me, to be proud of me, and you let fear get in the way.”
Joe looked down, shame written all over his face. “I was a coward,” he admitted. “I didn’t deserve you.”
“No,” she said, her voice softening. “You didn’t. But I loved you anyway.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notebook. “This is my bucket list,” she said, handing it to him. “I’ve done everything on it except one thing. Forgive you.”
Joe looked up, tears in his eyes. “Do you?”
She nodded. “I do. But forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. I’m moving on, Joe. I don’t have much time left, and I want to spend it living, not waiting.”
The Finale
As Nelly walked away from Joe’s house, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The final item on her list was complete. Her life might have been short, but it was hers, and she would live it on her terms.
In the weeks that followed, she found joy in the little things—sunsets, laughter, and the kindness of strangers. And when the end came, it was with a heart full of memories and a soul unburdened by regret.
Joe attended her memorial, clutching the notebook she had left behind. As he read her list, he realized she had given him one final gift: the courage to live without fear.
[Music video’s beginning:] I don’t have an actual bucket list I’ll panic and think of places I’d like to go Greece or Alaska for instance But no bucket list I can think of things I’d like to do Ride on a hot-air balloon for instance Is it bad to make a ‘Before I die’ list? People want to feel like they will surely Do everything before they die that they dream of But deep down maybe we all know it may not happen Since you can die at any minute We know for sure it would not be desirable to die Without someone holding your hand Dying with someone holding your hand is more valuable Than going for a skydive, I think It’s all perspective. All relative All said and done, wanting someone and not pursuing it is one of life’s great tortures We are mammals after all A first kiss with that special someone should never be at the bottom of anyone’s bucket list Because life is simply too short And before you know it, you run out of time
Climb a mountain, swim the seven seas Get your body to look like Hercules Jump out an airplane with a parachute Fly up and away on a hot air balloon
We don’t know where it all ends Some say it’s almost over, almost over If this is it then baby why aren’t I on your shoulder? On your shoulder
In this lifetime I want you to be mine Cause I took a long look at my bucket list And I saw that at the bottom it said our first kiss and Whoa, I’m running out of time Whoa, I’m running out of time
Get on your boots and visit the North Pole Try every sport until you score a goal Follow the path of a butterfly Go to Ground Zero and do nothing but cry
We don’t know how much time left we got left in this world This beautiful world
In this lifetime I want you to be mine Cause I took a long look at my bucket list And I saw that at the bottom it said our first kiss and Whoa, I’m running out of time Whoa, I’m running out of time
And, this is not a dare Not some trick of a daredevil I’d trade in my wildest dreams For your forever
In this lifetime I want you to be mine Cause I took a long look at my bucket list And I saw that at the bottom it said our first kiss and Cause I took a long look at my bucket list And I saw that at the bottom it said our first kiss and Whoa I’m running out of time Whoa I’m running out of time Whoa I’m running out of time Whoa I’m running out of time
To make you mine (to make you mine) To make you mine (to make you mine) To make you mine (mine) To make you mine (to make you mine, make you mine)
