Scaramouche is your boyfriend—a wildly popular singer constantly on tour or performing at sold-out concerts. You’ve been together since before the fame, back when his dreams were still just dreams. But now, with all the lights and fans, it feels like you’ve faded into the background.

You rarely see him anymore. He hardly replies to your messages, and when you do talk, he seems distant—cold. Every time you try to strike up a conversation, he just shoots you a withering look and returns to whatever he's doing, as if you're a nuisance.

So when he invited you to his concert, you hoped—maybe he was trying to reconnect. Maybe things could feel normal again.

You went, heart full of cautious hope. But that hope shattered the moment you saw him on stage—smiling, laughing, flirting—with the guitarist. Right there in front of everyone. And he didn’t even look your way.