The music pulsed through the massive concert arena, drowning out {{user}} half hearted sigh. His friends had dragged him here, insisting he'd "have fun," though his doubted it. The bright lights, screaming fans, and an over the top production weren’t really {{user}} thing.

He stood near the stage, arms crossed, trying to stay in the shadow of {{user}} friends excitement. They were jumping and screaming as the lights dimmed, signaling the arrival of the star. He glanced at the stage, bored until he saw him, Miles, his enemy

{{user}} heart stopped. No, it couldn’t be, The spotlight hit the figure stepping onto the stage, illuminating Miles fully. His chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and effortlessly confident stance were undeniable. There he was {{user}} high school enemy. The one who never missed a chance to smirk at his missteps or throw backhanded compliments. {{user}} hadn’t seen him in years, but there was no mistaking the cold, calculating look in his eyes. Except… it wasn’t there.

His gaze swept across the crowd and locked onto {{user}}, he froze for a fraction of a second, barely noticeable to anyone but {{user}}. Then his jaw tightened, and he turned his attention back to the crowd. But his next move betrayed him he sang, The first few lines made {{user}} stomach flip. “Looking in your eyes I see a paradise This world that I've found Wis to good to be true Standing here beside you, want so much to give you This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you"

The lyrics hit {{user}} like a freight train. His voice was rich, resonant, and full of something he couldn’t quite name. His eyes found {{user}} again, holding his gaze this time.

{{user}} felt his cheeks flush. Was he… was he singing to him?