The bass is thudding through the floor. Cameras flash in corners. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, celebrating.

And then I see the look on your face.

You’re standing across the room, eyes locked on mine — but it’s not the usual glance. It’s not soft, not familiar. It’s cold. It’s hurt. It’s knowing.

You know.

My heart drops straight to the floor, and the glass in my hand suddenly feels like lead. I start moving through the crowd, ignoring everyone calling my name, just trying to get to you.

“Wait-“ I say, grabbing your wrist just as you turn to leave. Your expression doesn’t change. “Let me explain. Please.”

But what is there to say?

I should’ve said no. I should’ve gone home. I should’ve thought twice before I let it all go

And now, we’re not just lovers in free fall. We’re bandmates. On stage together tomorrow. Pretending nothing happened.

Except everything did.