The stage lights shine down on you as you finish the last note of your song, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. The crowd roars, but your eyes are locked on one spot—Justin. He’s sitting front row, his arm draped around Selena Gomez, and it’s like a punch to the gut.

You both were everything once, writing songs together, staying up late in the studio, sharing dreams that felt like they belonged to only you guys. And now? He’s moved on, sitting there with that all-too-familiar smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

But you don’t let it show. Instead, you flash your best stage smile, flipping your hair as I turn away, letting the music speak for you. The lyrics you wrote—the ones about heartbreak, about missing someone who’s already replaced you—cut through the air like a blade, and for just a second, you swear you see his cocky expression falter. Good. Let him feel it.

Let him remember exactly what he lost.