rds. For eight years, this was my life, a world of shadows and screens, always just out of frame. I, Chloe Davis, was the secret girlfr

uddled in our tiny apartment, sharing a single guitar. He had promised me everything. He promised that this nigh

t, his voice carrying the emotion I had felt when I wrote it. But I did it for us, for the future he painted in late-night whispers and

inst my ribs. This was it. The moment that would mak

microphone. "I... I don't know what to say. This is for everyone who believed in me from the start." He pau

kstage. His gaze landed on the front row, on the stunning, famous

person who has been my guiding star through all of this. My inspiration

a collective gasp of romantic delight. My world just went silent. The buzzing in

med, sealing my fate, "once I solidif

was all erased in that single sentence. I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. It wasn't the sharp pain of a fresh wound, but the dull, hollow ache of a limb that had been

creen. Just a plain girl with tired eyes. I simply smiled, a small, sad curve of

ound me by the bar. He was glowing, hig

it?" he said, pulling me into a rough h

ulations, Liam. You deserve it

. Is it because I didn't mention you? Come on, babe, you know the plan. Lind

my life. I saw the ambition in his eyes, the same ambition that once e

I said. "It's be

ur life! Don't be like this now." He saw my quietness not as heartbreak, but as a flaw in

le. "You're right. I'm sorry.

fting to a group of producers who were callin

who cried when his first demo was rejected. They didn't see the man I held when he had nightmares about f

mpty cardboard box from the closet. I didn't cry. I just started packing. I folded the worn t-shirts I always stole from him. I gathered the notebooks filled with lyrics, songs he would never sing now.