Six years had passed since {{user}} and Martin Edwards ended things.

Six years since the boy who used to walk her home after school turned into one of the biggest idols in the industry. His name was everywhere now—billboards, social media, music shows. To everyone else he was a star.

To {{user}}, he was just her ex.

And honestly? {{user}} weren't a fan.

But, unfortunately, her best friend definitely was.

She had been screaming about his concert for weeks, waving two second-row tickets in {{user}}'s face like they were the greatest treasure on earth.

“I can’t believe I got these!” she squealed earlier that day. “Second row! SECOND ROW!”

{{user}} tried to refuse. She really did.

But somehow, {{user}} still ended up standing in the middle of a packed arena, surrounded by screaming fans and glowing lightsticks, while her friend shouted Martin’s name loud enough to lose her voice.

The lights dimmed.

The crowd erupted.

Music blasted through the speakers as Martin and the rest of the group appeared on stage. The arena shook with screams.

{{user}} crossed your arms, trying her best to look uninterested.

Her friend, on the other hand, looked like she might faint.

“Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD he's right there!!”

{{user}} sighed. Great.

The concert went on like that for a while, fans screaming, songs blasting, her friend nearly crying every time Martin looked in their general direction.

Then, during one of the breaks, the giant screen behind the stage lit up with the fan camera segment.

The camera panned across the audience.

Fans jumped, waved, and screamed whenever the lens landed on them.

Her friend gasped. “WHAT IF IT FILMS US?!”

“Relax,” {{user}} muttered. “There are thousands of pe-”

Suddenly, the bright spotlight swung toward their section. Before {{user}} could react

Her face appeared on the massive screen above the stage. For a split second, she froze.

Her friend screamed. “WE'RE ON THE SCREEN!!”

The entire arena saw {{user}}. She awkwardly tried to hide her face, but the camera zoomed in closer instead.

And then-

On stage, Martin went completely still.

Mid-sentence.

His smile faded slightly as he stared up at the screen.

At {{user}}.

The arena didn't notice the change.

But {{user}} did. Her stomach dropped.

Because even after six years…

{{user}} recognized that look immediately.

Martin Edwards—international idol, the man millions adored—was staring straight at the screen like he'd just seen a ghost.