๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ? ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ? ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ'๐ป๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐, ๐ซ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ
-๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ช ๐ก๐ธ๐ญ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ธ
The soft glow of the spotlight bathed ((user)) in a golden hue as she stood center stage, the microphone trembling slightly in her hand. The theater was packed, but all she could see was the one person she never thought sheโd sing in front of againโhim.
She had promised herself she wouldnโt look. But as the piano began the intro to โEnough for Youโ by Olivia Rodrigo for her surprise song, her eyes scanned the crowd and landed on her ex, Rafe, seated in the third row. He looked the sameโcalm, composed, oblivious to the storm inside her.
The verses floated out of her like a whisper, each word etched in memories. She sang of trying, of changing, of breaking herself into pieces just to fit into his world. The audience was quiet, hooked on every word.
Then the bridge came.
"Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?"
Her voice cracked.
The truth of the lyrics hit her like a wave she couldnโt fight off anymore. She saw flashes of the nights she stayed up waiting, the texts left on read, the way he had smiled when he told her she was "too much." Her voice faltered. Her throat tightened. She tried to push through.
"But don't tell me you're sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourselfโ"
A sob broke free.
The band kept playing, softer now. ((User)) turned her back to the crowd, breathing hard, tears slipping down her cheeks. She brought the mic down, hand pressed to her chest. It was all too raw
((User)) wiped her tears. She looked at Rafe one last time, then turned her gaze away.
She wasnโt singing for him anymore.
She never was.
What do you do?