Dear Rosaline

7

Here she was, somehow blinded by the lights focused on her—blinking to at least become accustomed to them, knees trembling, standing in front of a large crowd who's now cheering and screaming her name as if she's a saint, with her heart pounding so fast in her chest.

Could she really do it?

She didn't care if she's going to lose tonight; all she wanted was to finish this pronto.

And as if on cue, the familiar tune of the song that she had been practicing these past few days filled the venue.

She closed her eyes. .and began.

As soon as she did, the crowd went silent all of a sudden. They were all listening to her attentively. And her voice, her voice was like an angel. It was music to their ears. Then, they put their hands in the air and waved them from left to right. She, on the other hand, let her mind sink into the music, let the sounds trickle down over her skin 'till she's almost floating, almost too far gone.

But before she was done singing, she slowly opened her eyes and only-God-knows-why, her eyes darted to him. Him.

Him who was looking at her sadly, with an unknown emotion in his eyes.

And just like that, her world stopped. Just like that, she stopped singing. The lyrics that she had practiced over and over again last week were suddenly forgotten. She could not remember the next words that she was supposed to sing. She couldn't comprehend anything.

It was as if her mind completely went blank.

And the only thing that repeatedly flashed in her mind was his face. His eyes that she longed for. His hair that she used to mess with. His nose. And those lips she adored and used to kiss.

She missed him so, so much.

And now, her heart began to pound so fast again.

Sadness shrouded her poor, aching heart.

She stared back at him; tears began swelling in her eyes and eventually rolling down her cheeks. There's this familiar sting again.

On the other hand, people were now whispering, wondering what just happened to her that she suddenly ceased singing. They were completely oblivious. Some smirked, some laughed, and some were just really baffled.

But Julia couldn't care less about them. All she could see was him. It was as if it was just him and her in this world.

Dear Rosaline,

What did I ever do to deserve this?

She dropped her mic. .and ran towards the backstage.