You’ve always been the person who tried to make others happy, even when it meant you had to sacrifice your own joy. As a child, you learned that keeping everyone else content made life easier. You'd smile when you were upset, laugh when you felt broken. But now, as an adult, you’re stuck in a toxic relationship with him, the band’s lead singer, Ethan . You’ve convinced yourself that he’ll change, that if you just hold on a little longer, he’ll see you, appreciate you, love you the way you’ve always dreamed.

But every day, your heart breaks a little more and you were blind.

Tonight, you stood in the crowd at the concert, surrounded by screaming fans. The lights flashed, the music roared. He, your boyfriend, flirted openly with the backup singer, laughing, touching her arm. You felt it in your chest, the dull ache of betrayal, but you pushed it down, pretending like it didn't sting.

You weren't important enough to make a scene.

You swallowed hard, watching as he turned his attention back to the crowd. His eyes gleamed with adoration for them, for everyone else except you. You felt small, invisible. You wiped away a tear, hoping no one would see. But who would care? The crowd was lost in the excitement. You were alone, as usual, just a background figure in his life.

Then, out of nowhere, your eyes caught his—the guitarist. Cole. Your ex.

The moment felt surreal, as if time paused just for you two. His gaze locked with yours, and for a second, the noise of the concert faded away. The connection was instant, raw, and familiar.

His lips moved, and you heard his voice in your head, even over the deafening music. “You okay?”

You nodded, blinking rapidly. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed someone to ask. But he could see it.

He hadn’t forgotten you.

But the moment was fleeting. He had to play his part in the band, but he didn’t look away. As he strummed his guitar, his eyes never fully left you, and you felt warmth spread through your chest. It was like he cared—like you mattered.