Forårssolen skinnede blidt over Louisiana Museum of Modern Art.

The spring sun shone gently over Louisiana Museum of Modern Art.

Fra museets store vinduer kunne man se ud over Øresund, hvor vandet glimtede i lyset.

From the museum's large windows, one could look out over the Øresund, where the water sparkled in the light.

Kasper, en ung kunststuderende, gik langsomt gennem de lyse gallerier, opslugt af de moderne kunstværker omkring ham.

Kasper, a young art student, walked slowly through the bright galleries, absorbed by the modern artworks around him.

Men hans tanker kredsede om noget andet.

But his thoughts were circling around something else.

Eller rettere sagt, nogen.

Or rather, someone.

Han havde ikke set Signe i flere år.

He hadn't seen Signe in several years.

Hun var en vigtig del af hans liv dengang, men en dag forsvandt hun uden et ord.

She was an important part of his life back then, but one day, she disappeared without a word.

Nu er hun her, i samme museum.

Now she was here, in the same museum.

Hun arbejder som kurator, har han hørt.

She works as a curator, he had heard.

Kasper havde ofte undret sig: Hvorfor gik hun sin vej?

Kasper often wondered: Why did she leave?

Mens Kasper forsigtigt gik gennem det næste galleri, så han hende.

As Kasper carefully walked through the next gallery, he saw her.

Signe stod ved en farverig installation, ivrigt talte hun med en gruppe besøgende.

Signe stood by a colorful installation, eagerly talking with a group of visitors.

Han mærkede sit hjerte slå hurtigere.

He felt his heart beat faster.

Det var nu eller aldrig.

It was now or never.

Skulle han tale med hende?

Should he talk to her?

Men før Kasper nåede at nærme sig, brød Freja pludselig ind.

But before Kasper could approach, Freja suddenly interrupted.

Hun var en glad turist, ivrig efter at dele sin begejstring for kunst med alle omkring hende.

She was a cheerful tourist, eager to share her enthusiasm for art with everyone around her.

Det forstyrrede Kasper, men også mindede ham om livets tilfældigheder.

It disturbed Kasper, but also reminded him of life's coincidences.

Signe så op, og deres blikke mødtes kort.

Signe looked up, and their eyes met briefly.

Deres fortid vævet ind i et tavst øjeblik.

Their past woven into a silent moment.

Kasper trak vejret dybt ind og gik hen til hende, mens Freja belejligt blev optaget af en anden skulptur.

Kasper took a deep breath and walked over to her, while Freja conveniently became engrossed in another sculpture.

"Hej Signe," sagde Kasper blidt.

"Hi Signe," Kasper said softly.

"Det er længe siden."

"It's been a long time."

Signe blev stille et øjeblik.

Signe was quiet for a moment.

"Ja, det er det," svarede hun endelig, hendes stemme usikker.

"Yes, it has," she finally replied, her voice uncertain.

"Skal vi tale udenfor?"

"Shall we talk outside?"

De gik sammen ud i museets skulpturhave.

They walked together into the museum's sculpture garden.

Træerne var fyldt med forårsknopper, og duften af nyudsprungne blomster hang i luften.

The trees were filled with spring buds, and the scent of newly bloomed flowers lingered in the air.

Her, mellem kunst og natur, begyndte deres samtale om det fortidige, det fortrykte.

Here, between art and nature, their conversation about the past, the repressed, began.

Kasper spurgte stille: "Hvorfor forsvandt du, Signe?"

Kasper asked quietly, "Why did you disappear, Signe?"

Hun tøvede, men samlede mod.

She hesitated, but gathered courage.

"Jeg var bange," indrømmede hun.

"I was afraid," she admitted.

"Bange for, hvor meget du betød for mig.

"Afraid of how much you meant to me.

Så jeg tog en usikker beslutning."

So I made an uncertain decision."

Tårerne trak sig i hendes øjne.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Kasper tøvede, men tog hendes hånd.

Kasper hesitated but took her hand.

"Jeg har også været bange.

"I have been afraid too.

Men jeg ønskede aldrig, at du skulle forsvinde."

But I never wanted you to disappear."

Sætningen hang i luften, mens de begge tog det ind.

The sentence hung in the air as they both took it in.

De vidste, at de ikke kunne ændre fortiden, men deres samtale gav dem begge en slags fred.

They knew they couldn't change the past, but their conversation gave them both a kind of peace.

Da de skiltes i museets park, vidste de, at de var klar til at komme videre.

As they parted in the museum's park, they knew they were ready to move forward.

De var ikke længere fanget af "hvad nu hvis".

They were no longer trapped by "what ifs".

De gik indad, som venner, med et smil og en lettelse.

They walked inward, as friends, with a smile and relief.

Kasper så ud over Øresund én sidste gang før han gik.

Kasper looked out over the Øresund one last time before he left.

Han følte sig lettere, klar til at omfavne nye muligheder, med en hilsen til den fortid, han nu forstod lidt mere.

He felt lighter, ready to embrace new possibilities, with a nod to the past that he now understood a little more.