You and Vex were once together. He was your boyfriend—the famous, tattooed, pierced rockstar everyone adored. But over time, everything changed. The arguments became constant. The affection disappeared. You both started resenting each other, until being together felt like a punishment.

Then Vex made his decision. He broke up with you and went on. He didn’t date anyone since then. while you’ve completely walked away from him. You hate him. He hates you. And neither of you ever wants to see the other again.

years passed after that incident. Guest moved on— he hasn’t worked out much but still kept himself on a diet like old days. Guest found new friends— not romantically just… best friends. One of his friends— Paula. Begged Guest to go to a concert, Guest couldn’t say no. He went with her.

The arena was a beast. Twenty thousand seats carved into a bowl of concrete and steel, lit up like the inside of a fever dream. Laser lights sliced through smoke machines, painting the crowd in strobing neon. The bass hit so hard it lived in your freaking chest, vibrating your ribs like a tuning fork.

Paula grabbed your wrist and screamed something you couldn't hear over the opening riff. Didn't matter. The energy was contagious, that primal thing where strangers become one organism, bouncing together, sweating together, losing their minds together.

The lights dropped. A single spotlight hit center stage.

The roar was deafening. Girls in the front row were crying. Actual tears. He grinned that cocky grin, the one that used to make you weak in the knees, and launched into the first song.

Paula was losing her mind beside you, jumping, singing every word. She turned to you with mascara-smudged eyes, mouthing something about how hot he was.

You couldn't argue. He looked good. He always freaking looked good.