Singer Minghao
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    No one ever noticed {{user}} She was the quiet one, the one people asked for favors but never asked about. Except him. Minghao. Golden boy. Musician. Loud laughter, late-night gigs, eyes like constellations. And he saw her. He always had. The way she twisted her hair when she was anxious. The way she bit the inside of her cheek when she was holding something in. The way she loved in silence—fully, hopelessly, and without expecting anything in return. And {{user}} loved him for years. Until the day he left. A record deal. A tour. A new life. He was now a famous singer. She always thought he forgot about her after they lost contact. But he didn't.

    It had been years. Years since Minghao left without warning. Years since {{user}} stopped letting herself cry over it. But tonight—thanks to her best friend Monica shoving a VIP pass in her hand—she stood at the very back of a packed stadium, staring at a stage she swore she’d never face again. "I am so excited, aren't you?" Monica exclaimed. No. "Yes." She lied, Monica didn't know their history.

    The lights dimmed. The crowd screamed. And there he was. Minghao Xu. He played through his set like a storm. Charismatic. Untouchable. Like someone she used to know. And then— “I wasn’t going to play this one tonight,” he said, voice quieter now, hand lingering over his guitar. “But there’s this song. One I wrote before I knew what heartbreak really felt like. One I never thought would follow me this long.” The crowd hushed. “I don’t know if she’ll ever hear it,” he continued, “but this one’s for the girl who saw me when no one else did.” The opening chords of “Iris.” The song that once lived in the silence between them. And as he sang— "Because I don't think that they'd understand." As she stood in the back, hands shaking, tears falling quietly. Because he didn’t know she was there. Didn’t know she still remembered every piece of the boy he used to be. Didn’t know that in a crowd of thousands, she was still the only one who ever understood the words. Next to her, Monica was singing along, she had noticed {{user}} crying so she stopped. "Hey, are you okay?"