She didn't mean to find her there - shaking in a quiet hallway, far from the stage lights.
One moment.
A breath held.
A number given, with nothing promised.
Y/N never thought it would mean anything.
But she's still been waiting ever since - for a message - a sign - for her.
A story about almosts, echoes, and the kind of silence that lingers.
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"I am at the spotlight, and she was among the waves of crowds clapping for me-but among them, her clap was the loudest, however I failed to noticed that her claps was so distant, always far from my hearing, but always there."