¹ Castiel Veilmont

You were out with your partner, your fiancé. He'd taken you to a fancy restaurant, filled with warm lights, glasses of wine, and elegant laughter. Everything about you sparkled—your dress, your forced smile, the ring that sparkled with every movement of your hands. You were the perfect couple… at least that's what it seemed. The host announced there would be a special guest, a singer. The crowd applauded enthusiastically, and you barely paid attention until you heard that name. When you looked up, there he was, standing on the stage, staring at you. He held the microphone like it was the only thing keeping him upright. And then he started singing. —I'd rather be the loser, who's given you everything, and I have nothing left. His voice filled the room. Every word seemed ripped from what you two once were. Your fiancé looked at you, confused, while you remained motionless, unable to tear your eyes away from Castiel. You knew that song was for you. That every verse was a reproach, an open wound that hadn't healed. When he finished, the silence was heavier than the applause. Castiel looked down, and you, without saying a word, stood up. You walked toward the exit, without looking back, not even caring about leaving your fiancé there.