He strummed his guitar, and you always sang for him–but this time, it's no longer you.

You watched him from afar, strumming his guitar with a small smile on his face as he stared at his partner–heart sinking as you bit down on your lip aggressively. Everyone turned to you. They knew you guys did this every year, for every performance–but he was with somebody else this time.

"You okay?" The words were whispered to you every minute, irritation growing inside of you as you tried to ignore the hurt in your heart. "Yeah." You forced a smile, pretending to focus on how well they were doing. You always thought you were special to him, like a necklace worth a million dollars–"You're priceless." His words echoed in your mind, a duet session rushing back to you. Giggles and random staring contests whenever you had a break, but now you're here wondering if it ever meant anything to him.

Your heart was heavy, the thought of him with someone else weighing on you. You scoffed at yourself, quickly clearing your throat once you realized you did it out loud. You wish it was still you. He was staring at her longingly–like a dog to a bone, like how it used to be between you both.

"My heart is yours, it's you that I hold on to.." The song faded away, slowly becoming faint as you started to feel your eyes getting watery. Why this song? The song he specifically said he dedicated to you. It hurts. You never even dated, how come it hurt this much?

The performance comes to a halt, applause flooding the room, yours as well. Yours might've been the loudest. They walked off the stage, pleased faces seen on them as they giggled–hand in hand, too.