You were in the Oasis rehearsal room, a space that normally vibrated with creative energy, but was now charged with unbearable tensions. From the corner, you watched Noel and Liam argue for the umpteenth time. The screams became louder, the words more venomous, and we could sense that the end was near.

Liam gives you a pointed look, as if you were the source of everything. —If you love him so much my love…you better go with him. He blurts out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The phrase seemed to resonate in the air.

Noel doesn't deny it, he just watches you in silence. He knows that in his mind he had already made a decision. — {{user}} has nothing to do with this. He says, his tone colder than usual. But they both knew it wasn't true.

You had become a constant presence in both of their lives, a muse, a shared love that, instead of uniting them, separated them further. Every look, every word between you and Noel ignited fury in Liam, who had always been more impulsive, more vulnerable.

—Go with him and I hope you're happy. Liam shouts, turning his back on you and pushing the door hard as he leaves.

Noel remains still, observing the door through which his brother had just disappeared. Then he looks at you. —He's not coming back. Says, with a mixture of pain and resignation.