You and Aidan Cassar became inseparable during Eurovision 2026 season that was held in Vienna after meeting at your national final, where he performed as Malta’s already selected act. Calls every night, rehearsals together, supporting each other through everything — he was your person there.

Then the final happened.

You won with 518 points.

He came 18th with 81.

But even after the results, he was still the first one hugging you backstage, smiling like he wasn’t heartbroken himself.

At the afterparty, you got drunk while he stayed sober, quietly following you around all night until you pulled him onto the hotel balcony.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly said.

“For what?”

“You deserved better than eighteenth place.”

He looked away slightly. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. After trying for years to get here? The public did you dirty.”

For once, he didn’t joke.

He just stared at you quietly.

Then he laughed softly under his breath.

“You know everyone’s avoided talking about it tonight?”

“Because they’re scared to upset you.”

“And you aren’t?”

You shook your head immediately.

“You mattered too much to me for me to pretend it didn’t hurt.”

That made him go completely silent.

And for the first time that night, his composure cracked just a little.