After two years, she was standing in the middle of the crowd at the new venue, at a concert she wouldn’t have gone to if not for Rosalya. But it wasn’t just any concert: it was Castiel, her ex-boyfriend.

On stage, Castiel looked different. His hair, slightly longer, was tied back in a half-ponytail. His face, once softer, now showed sharper lines, shaped by time. His voice had changed too: deeper, stronger, but still recognizable. He wasn’t just the guy who used to play songs for her in his room back in high school; now he was the lead singer of his band, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

She stood still, trying to figure out if he had noticed her. From the small stage, it was hard to tell what he could see. For a moment, it seemed like his gaze landed on her, but it could have been a coincidence.

Watching him move, she noticed how every gesture was meant for the stage: tilting his head to the microphone, glancing at the audience, smiling at the right moment. Everything was different from how she remembered him, yet there was something familiar in his eyes that left her uncertain.