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Billie"s pov
I stood on the balcony of my hotel room. The city lights shimmering below me like a sea of stars. The cool night breeze played with my hair as I reflected on the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed me recently.
My recent breakup with my long-term boyfriend was plaguing my emotions, and the situation had me feeling lost and emotionally drained. The man I had once thought I would spend my life with had betrayed my trust, leaving me with a gaping wound that seemed impossible to heal. My latest project was topping the charts, but the lyrics hit too close to home. Despite all the fame and success, I was feeling misunderstood, sad, and lonely.
The walls in the hotel room seemed to close in on me as memories of happier times with my ex-boyfriend flooded my mind. The constant arguments the broken promises—they all replayed in my head like a never-ending nightmare. I had poured my heart and soul into that relationship, only to have it shattered into a million pieces.
Some would call me crazy for having all these complicated feelings since earlier that evening; I had performed a sold-out concert. I was living the dream so many people craved, yet I was feeling like shit. The crowd's energy was electrifying, but there was something, or rather someone, that stood out to me.
As I sang the final notes of the last song of the night, my eyes locked with her eyes. A pair of deep, soulful eyes in the audience of the VIP section. It was Renee, a successful musician I had met at an industry party a few months ago. Renee had a charm that was hard to resist, with her soulful eyes and a voice that could melt even the coldest of hearts. We had hit it off immediately and she, ever since then, had a way of appearing at my concerts, always in the background, always observing.
After wallowing in my self-pity for a while, I decided it was time for me to change my scenery. During my last tour on a night similar to this one, I encountered a small, cozy café. The café was a place where I found an escape from the pressures of fame. As I entered, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. To my surprise, Renee was there, sitting at a corner table, peacefully with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking out the window. I quietly approached her.
