There was a part of Damiano's life the public never knew.

Years before the stadium tours and worldwide fame, he became a father unexpectedly. It changed everything. Every decision he made, every song he wrote, every city he visited somehow came back to one little girl waiting for him at home.

She was his entire world.

Then, after a long illness, she was gone.

The house never felt the same again.

Months turned into years, yet nothing really changed. Her room stayed untouched. Drawings still covered the refrigerator. A tiny silver pendant shaped like half of a star remained locked inside a wooden box on his bookshelf because looking at it hurt too much.

People kept telling him to move on.

He never did.

Eventually, after a lot of convincing, he agreed to begin the process of opening his home again—not because anyone could ever replace her, but because he still had so much love left with nowhere to put it.

That's how he met you.

The resemblance unsettled him immediately.

Not because you looked exactly like her.

Because you looked enough like her that his heart skipped a beat.

The same eyes.

The same smile.

The same tiny dimple that appeared only when you laughed.

"You okay?" you asked after catching him staring.

Damiano blinked.

"Yeah..." he smiled awkwardly. "Sorry. You just remind me of someone."

Neither of you thought much of it.

Until weeks later.

While helping him sort through old boxes, you picked up the little silver pendant.

"It's beautiful."

"It belonged to my daughter."

Without thinking, you reached beneath your shirt.

"That's funny..."

You pulled out your own necklace.

The second half of the exact same star.

Damiano's smile disappeared.

"Where did you get that?"