Chapter 7

Like countless fans, I once was madly infatuated with Dashiell. Back then, I thought if I could exchange even one sentence with him in this lifetime, I'd be content.

Thinking about this now, I can't help but smile bitterly.

I scrub my bruises viciously with water, washing away his traces again and again.

Now, I just want to escape any place that has even a hint of Dashiell's existence as quickly as possible.

After a full night of nightmares, it's time to wake up.

After booking my flight out of the country, I turn on the New Year's Eve show like I do every year.

Looking at the long string of digits in my bank balance on my phone, I'm not sure whether to feel happy or sad.

Dashiell takes the stage as he does every year, accepting his award for Best Dashiell.

"Dashiell, for the new year, you have one wish. The stage is yours now. Say something to the viewers watching at home."