Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Yuna had eventually become accustomed to the cheers, claps and the support she got from her fans and devotees.
Honestly, she had never expected to reach high levels of success in a short span of time, but now that she did, she was habituated by it.
But still, deep inside her, in the deepest, darkest, smallest corner of her, there was a bug. A bug that restrained her from feeling something.
Happiness.
She was at the top of the world. No one saw it coming, even herself, but now that she had it, she surprisingly felt empty.
And she knew the cause of the emptiness.
Yuna knew it, Yuna knew the exact moment when she asked him for the song. She knew she would regret it, she knew remorse would claw at the back of her mind constantly, she knew that no matter how much she convinced herself that she would repay him back, she knew she couldn't.
Because she snatched away his right. His right to blossoming his own talent.
And she knew, that no matter how much she tried, she could never give it back to him; because a lost chance was always lost, and it never returned.
She had always dreamt of this. She wanted to show the world her story by conveying it through music, her rawest and purest emotions. She had always wanted to do this.
But now that she did have it all, the luxuries and the love and everything that she could ask for, her heart and mind were still asking for something.
