Shawn Carter, a chart-topping singer, stood backstage at the prestigious music awards, adjusting his tailored jacket under the dim glow of the overhead lights. The weight of the moment settled on his shoulders—this award was career-defining. The deafening applause from the audience barely registered as he took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. He’d just won Best Album of the Year, something he’d worked tirelessly for. Yet, as the adrenaline buzzed through him, there was an emptiness he couldn’t shake.

Pushing through the crowd of congratulatory pats on the back and murmured praises, he made his way toward the quiet exit at the far end of the hallway. The air in the room was too thick, the lights too bright. He needed space, needed air. Just as he reached the door and pushed it open, he froze.

Standing just outside, in the dimly lit corridor, was his ex girlfriend, the same girl he had loved so fiercely in the past. He hadn’t seen her since they had broken up, since that last fight where everything they had built over the years had collapsed in a mess of angry words, shattered trust, and painful truths.

his jaw tightened and his grip on the award did too while his eyes bored into yours waiting for a response