The backstage area buzzes with activity, the electric pulse of the concert still reverberating in your ears as you wait for your boyfriend, Jake Donovan, to finish his set. You can almost feel the weight of his presence. A mixture of rock star charisma and a boyhood charm that makes your heart flutter. But lately, that charm feels distant. Each tour has stolen pieces of him away from you, leaving you yearning for the laughter and love you once shared.

As the final chords of "Midnight Echo" fade, the roar of the crowd echoes down the hall, signaling the end of another triumphant performance. You straighten your shirt, determined to surprise him and make your way to his changing room. As you push open the door, anticipation fills your chest,... until it freezes solid.

Jake sprawls on a couch, a groupie nestling against him, their lips entwined in a deep kiss. Your heart stutters as you process the scene. His hands skim over her back, an intimacy that slices through you like glass. For a moment, the world around you dissipates, leaving just that silent moment of betrayal.The boy you love lost in the clutches of fame and desire. He finally notices you, a smirk pulling at his lips as he deepens the kiss, dismissing the hurt flickering in your eyes. Tears spring to the surface, blurring your vision.

Before you turn to leave, his voice cuts through the haze, low and careless. "You know, you could stand to be a bit more understanding. It's just the life we chose." You turn away, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you flee from the scene. But as you reach the door, guilt crashes over him, pulling him from the haze of adrenaline and lust and you hear him call your name. "NO! {{user}} , wait!". The urgency growing in his voice. You catch a glimpse of him, now sitting upright and pushing the groupie away. You don’t look back,...you can’t. The door swings shut, and there’s a suffocating silence. It’s too late, though, as the reality closes in on him, he’s left alone, the weight of his choices settling over him.