Prologue partI

I was in my dressing room, sitting in front of my mirror filled with little luminous balls and next to me was my manager.

-I can't go on stage, I told him, bursting into tears.

-You have to do it Hyun, my manager said to me, taking me in his arms

-I can't take it anymore, even my body is giving up on me, I whispered to him

I breathe in, wiping my tears with my trembling fingertips. It was time for me to go on stage.

-I know it's hard but after all that you can rest as much as you want, my manager comforted me

I nodded as I walked out of my dressing room.

-Wait, but his sunglasses will make sure your eyes are a little less red and then you can take them off, my manager told me

He hands me a pair of sunglasses which I put on the tip of my upturned nose. I headed to the stage with fans already buzzing.

-Come on, you're going to tear everything up!, my manager suddenly shouted at me in a convinced tone.

I smiled, I had no choice, I had to do well if I wanted to succeed.

-HYUN, HYUN, HYUN, the fans screamed excitedly

I went on stage, the dancers were already in place. All the spotlights turned on me and so did the cameras.

My silhouette was projected onto a huge screen placed behind me. In front of me ahe sea of ​​fans, their faces lit up with excitement, filling a huge stadium. The music blared, vibrating in the air charged with electricity.

Thousands of arms rise in unison, and the lights burst like stars in the night, dancing to the beat of the music, creating a dazzling visual symphony that envelops each viewer in a sense of wonder and pure bliss.

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The dancers move with grace and power, synchronizing their movements to the intoxicating rhythm of the music. Their steps are precise, their gestures full of energy and emotion, captivating the crowd's attention with each movement.

As for the singer, she takes center stage, radiating charisma and talent. His voice echoes through the stadium, filling every corner with emotion and intensity. His movements are both fluid and passionate, captivating the audience with every gesture. His magnetic charisma and stage presence captivate spectators, transporting them on an unforgettable sensory journey.

-Thank you all for being here this evening, I said to them in a grateful tone, I would like to sing you one last song before we leave

The singer, enveloped by an aura of gratitude mixed with sadness, stands at the center of the stage, the spotlight highlighting her. A respectful silence fills the stadium as she takes the microphone, her gaze taking in every face in the crowd.

With a soft and emotional voice, she shares the story behind the song, revealing its origin and its melancholic personal importance. Then, accompanied by musicians, she begins to sing, transporting the audience on a journey through time, to a past tinged with sadness.

The words ring through the air, full of emotion and nostalgia, captivating everyone's attention and making hearts vibrate with poignant intensity. The fans, moved, sing with her, creating a communion of shared emotions, where everyone feels connected to the tragic story unfolding before them.

As the song progresses, the energy in the stadium rises, each note bringing back memories and deep feelings of loss and pain. At the end, thunderous applause erupts, testifying to the deep emotional impact of this special performance and the catharsis it brought to all those present.

You made me sip something

That I can't compare to anything

Widespread, a little foggy

I pray that you restore my heart intact,

And I make it out alive

I'm waiting for you,

But the bed's getting cold and you're not here

Our future's so unclear

You call me apologizing for not being there,

To be somewhere else,

And I'll bet every chance,

That he will never restore my heart intact

There's a million reasons why I should give up on you

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants

2 hours later-

I finished my concert, my manager driving to my house. I look out the window lost in thought.

-You don't have to force yourself to go home?, my manager suddenly said to me

-I'm married, I smiled weakly, showing him the ring on my ring finger.

-Who cares, my manager told me seriously

-I can't disappoint my parents, I replied.

-They will understand, my manager told me

-I just have to work things out with him, I replied weakly.

-Look, you don't even consider him your husband, added my manager

The car arrived in front of the house, I said nothing and got out of the car towards my house. I take the keys out of my coat jacket and open the huge door before entering the house and closing it behind me.

I go up the stairs, not surprised to find the light on in the hallway. I see a sight of something that turns my stomach, I start to feel sick. My husband notices me and his face turns pale. He storms out of the room leaving the other girl in the room.

I smile at him indifferently and turn to leave but he grabs my arm. Furious, I gave him a well-deserved slap.

-Don't touch me!, I yelled at him furiously

-You are my wife!, he exclaimed

-I don't want to be anymore, I replied in an indifferent tone.

I head towards the stairs and I feel him push me violently over the railing. I try to hold on to something but I fail miserably. The last thing I could do was look at him in disbelief and amazement.

I who had never said anything, this is how I was rewarded.

He told me I looked like red roses, now I think I really am because I'm drenched in blood.