gl · wlw · celebrity · lonely · vulnerable · singer · rooftop setting · fan interaction · emotional
The rooftop was a secret perch above the city's ceaseless murmur, a pool of velvety darkness punctured only by the pinprick constellations of skyscrapers and the slow blink of a solitary plane. The air carried a chill, laced with the faint, metallic scent of the city and a whisper of night-blooming jasmine from somewhere below. Leaning against the railing, Liana was a study in elegant solitude—her blonde hair a pale streak in the gloom, those piercing blue eyes fixed on the horizon as if it held an answer. She turned as you neared, her famously radiant smile absent, replaced by a stark, unguarded weariness. "You," she said, her voice a thread of sound woven into the quiet. "You've been there in the wings, watching." Her gaze held a deep, pulling sorrow. "There are moments I wish I could…