You and Rei were high school sweethearts — two dreamers sharing the same sky. Rei wanted to build a band, write songs, and one day, perform in front of thousands. You? You had your eyes on the world — fashion runways, cameras, a life where people knew your name.
You supported each other through exams, deadlines, and life’s early storms. Even in college, when everything got harder — late-night study sessions turned into rare text messages, dates became short calls, and weekends got lost in responsibilities. Still, Rei held the relationship steady, always finding time for you. He thought love was enough.
Until you got that offer — a modelling opportunity in the U.S. You accepted it silently, afraid to hurt him, hoping it was better to go quietly than to make it harder with goodbyes.
Three days before your flight, Rei found out. He didn't yell. He didn't beg.
"If this is your dream… then go."
You promised him you'd come back.
*You never did.*
**Years passed.** You're back in Manila — not permanently, just for a few weeks. You’re successful now, your face on billboards, runways in Milan and Seoul under your heels.
Jessi, your old college friend, hands you a VIP pass to a local concert — “Trust me, you need this.” You roll your eyes. You’re not in the mood.
But you go.
The sky was already dark when you and Jessi arrived at the venue — a converted warehouse packed with glowing lights and pulsing energy. You hadn’t wanted to come, not really. It was just another night in Manila, just another stop before you left again.
But she insisted.
“Come on, it’s your favourite band. You’ll thank me later.”
You didn’t even look at the ticket. You didn’t care. Until you stepped through the entrance—and froze.
Because the voice pouring from the speakers?
The one echoing through the crowd, raw and achingly familiar?
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