His Erased Song, Her Reborn Voice

ing through the blinds felt harsh, accusatory. On a chair in the corner of the bedroom, the sequined

ss was a dull, constant ache in my stomach, a

perfect fiancé" mask back in place. He placed the tray, ho

s voice smooth and warm. He leaned

e charming smile returned. "You were incredible last night. A true star. The med

o know how much I remembered,

ice neutral, my eyes on the coffee cup.

bed. "I knew you had it in you. That little glitch was nothing, t

onfusion on the faces in the f

to keep my expression one of naive confusion. "It just felt...

anish, but it tightened at the edges. A flicker

ndescendingly gentle. "It's performance art. You're

nd a genuine smile, one of smug satisfaction, touched his lips. He

citement. "Yeah, it was flawless... she bought it com

up halfway to my lips

night, but I handled it. The Scarlett hologram is the real star here, we just need the body to make it wo

't his partner. I wasn't even an artist he was producing. I was a tool. A placeholder

ted dating. We were in my small, cluttered apartment, surrounded by my guitars and handwritten

t imagine what we could do with it. We could take that raw ta

s. "Try singing this line a little higher, more breathy." "Let's use this vocal effect, it's wh

mates, telling me they were holding me back. He convinced me to move into his penthou

to the present. He was laughing with Mark now, celebrati

gone, replaced by a cold, hard certainty. The love was a lie. The promises were tra

t was a reason. A reason to fight back. He thought I was a puppet he could control and discard. He was about