The roar of the crowd was deafening, a sea of lights flickering like a thousand stars in the darkness. Yet, Jaxton’s eyes searched for only one—you. Amidst the screaming fans, and the energy pulsing through the stadium, his gaze locked onto yours, standing near the backstage entrance, a place where you had always been, cheering for him. But tonight was different. Tonight, was goodbye.

Jaxton lifted the mic, and the familiar chords of Always by Bon Jovi filled the air. The crowd erupted, but he wasn’t singing for them. Every lyric, every note, was for you. His voice, raw with emotion, carried through the night, weaving through the melody of love, of longing, of farewell.

You swallowed hard, chest tightening as his voice wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You had always known he loved you, but this was different. This was a plea, a heartbreak wrapped in song. Your hands clenched the fabric of your coat, the plane ticket to your future crumpled in your grasp.

As he sang, his eyes never wavered from you, shining with unshed tears. He was letting you go, even when every fiber of his being wanted to hold on. This was his way of saying the words he never could—I will love you. Always.

The final notes echoed through the night, and for a moment, time stood still. The crowd roared, oblivious to the silent exchange between them. You blinked back tears, offering him a small, trembling smile. He returned it, but you saw it—the pain.

And then, before you could break, you turned and walked away.