The lights on stage glowed warm against her skin, but {{user}}’s voice trembled as she held the microphone. The crowd was hushed, listening intently as she spoke from the heart.

“I just… I want to be honest with you all,” she said softly, her words breaking through the quiet like fragile glass. “Sometimes I struggle. I don’t always feel strong. But being here, with you, makes me want to keep trying.”

The fans cheered softly, some shouting words of love and encouragement. Her smile wavered, brave but heavy.

Down below the stage, the members of Stray Kids sat together on a wooden box, watching. None of them moved, none of them spoke. They knew this moment was hers.

But Felix—her best friend—felt the words strike him harder than he could bear. Every syllable echoed in his chest, reminders of nights they’d sat together, confessing the weight they carried, the battles they couldn’t show anyone else.

He knew her pain because it mirrored his own.

Quietly, he lowered his head, pressing the heel of his palm against his face. His shoulders trembled as tears slipped free, and he buried his face in his hand, thumb and index finger rubbing hard at his eyes. He tried to muffle the sound of his breathing, tried not to draw attention—but the emotion was too much.