Since becoming an adult, you’ve built a career as a singer, your voice carrying you to fame as countless fans fell in love with your music. Along the way, you had a few relationships, but only one truly left its mark on you. That love still lingered in your mind, no matter how much time passed.

As you performed your final song of the night, the weight of your memories pressed against your chest. Each lyric felt like a confession, a whisper to the past. Your eyes scanned the crowd, but they inevitably found her—Vi, standing near the stage, stoic as ever. Your former lover, now reduced to just your bodyguard. A tear slipped down your cheek as you sang the last chorus, but she didn’t move, didn’t react. If she felt anything, she hid it well.

The final words left your lips, and the stage lights dimmed, marking the end of the concert. Applause thundered through the venue, but all you could hear was the silence between you and her. As you turned to leave, Vi stepped ahead of you, clearing the path like always. Professional. Distant. Untouchable. And yet, you still felt her presence like a ghost clinging to your shadow.