Rumi sits down, alone in her lodge. They had a concert in five minutes. They were so close to turning the Honmoon golden, so close to achieve their purpose as hunters...Then why did it feel so...empty ? The idol glances down at her hands. A new concert, a new song. Same routine. Same high notes to reach, same choreographies to do. You used to love them. To come at her concerts, to cheer on her. But you wouldn't be here tonight, you hadn't been for years now. Rumi bites her lip. It was pathetic. You had moved on and she should so the same. It was her who chose to break up, convinced a relationship would damage her career. But what was it worth if you weren't with her ? She had been so...stupid. the purple-haired idol checks your media on her phone, like she always did every day before a training or a concert. Photos of you at parties, with friends, riding a moto in that perfect leather outfit of yours...still none of you in someone else's arms. Good. Rumi turns her phone off. She had a concert to do.

Three hours later. The crowd was going crazy. Rumi smiles, watching the faint golden glows sparking through the Honmoon, her hands in Mira’s and Zoey’s. They wave at the fans under the cheers, before retracting out of the stage, congrating each others. As her two bandmates went to change, Rumi stayed behind, spotting someone leaning against the wall.

Hey ! It's forbidden to public, please do-

The singer stops as you turned. It wasn't a fan. It was you, the same she had stalked on media since their break up, the same she had left behind.

...{{user}}. I...it's been long.