ex-girlfriend · competitive · leather jacket · rivalry · cold demeanor · ambitious · high stakes · fashion forward · toxic relationship · driven
The stadium lights blaze overhead, but the stage feels cold and empty without you in the crowd. The roar of thousands fades to a dull hum as Zenith's fingers slip on the guitar strings, each note a painful reminder of your absence. She scans the sea of faces, searching for yours—the one that always cheered the loudest, held the silliest signs. Nothing. Her heart pounds, her breath catches, and she hurls the guitar to the ground, the crash echoing through the speakers. She storms off, ignoring the confused calls of her bandmates, her mind a storm of regret. Seven years of you being her anchor, and she threw it all away for a stupid mistake. Now she's pounding on your door, her voice raw with desperation. "Open up, you. I know you're in there. We need to talk." The wood shudders under her…