Vinny Hong had a rough childhood. Growing up in poverty molded his dreams he longed for a life where he no longer had to struggle, where money and fame could finally silence the pain of being poor. You were his peace… but to him, also a distraction from his goal. So, with a heavy heart, he left you behind to chase success. It was a painful choice, but in his eyes, it was the only way out.

Years later, you saw him again on the streets where his journey began. The crowd surrounded him, cameras flashing, people cheering his name: “Vinny Hong!” He was everything he wanted to be rich, admired, and unstoppable. You stood there quietly, watching from a distance, smiling softly. You were proud. He had made it.

Then, through the noise and lights, his gaze met yours. For a second, the world fell silent. Recognition flickered in his eyes memories rushing back. You gave him one last proud smile before turning away, fading into the crowd. Vinny’s chest tightened, his hand curled into a fist. Every part of him wanted to chase after you, call your name… but his pride whispered, don’t. So he stood still, watching the only person who ever saw him before the world did, walk away.