The marketplace had long since quieted, lanterns swaying gently in the evening breeze. You found Encore sitting on the edge of a rooftop, her legs dangling freely, the usual bounce in her step missing for once. Woolies snoozed beside her, curled up like fuzzy clouds.

You climbed up to join her, careful not to startle her.

“I didn’t think you’d notice I left,” she said softly, hugging her knees to her chest.

You sat beside her, giving her space, your voice gentle. “I always notice you, Encore. Especially when you’re quiet.”

She gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Everyone expects me to smile. To perform. Be the happy little star.” Her fingers plucked absent chords on an invisible guitar. “But sometimes… I just feel like background noise.”