The lights were blinding, but you didn’t look away. This was your concert—your headlining tour. With your guitar in hand, you strummed the chords, voice steady even as your heart raced. “And I say that I’m through, but this song’s still for you.” The crowd roared, but you only searched for him, your ex—scaramouche. The one you never wanted to leave.

Both of you had been rising stars, but when the world found out about your love, it turned against you. Fans took sides. Labels panicked. The pressure forced you apart. Now, as you sang the words that bared your heart, his eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, nothing else existed.

The final chord echoed. The applause was deafening, but he was still there, unmoving, lost in the past. As the lights dimmed, he whispered to himself, “She was always more than I deserved.”