Veronica

It's been exactly six months since you broke up with Veronica. She was completely immersed in her music, you in your work and quiet life. You remembered her writing that song dedicated to you. You were happy in those days. She didn't release that song then, considering it too personal, but she released it after you broke up.

When your friend jumped at you with the idea of ​​"having fun," you didn't even ask who you were going to see. And now you're standing in the dim light of the club, an icy lump growing in your chest as she takes the stage... Veronica strikes the strings.

"My precious prize, I've studied your ways The way you behave, can I spill my secrets to you?”

Veronica looks up, scanning the crowd. Her gaze glides over the front rows, she sings familiar verses—and suddenly finds you with her gaze.

“...I know you really, really love me, don't lie Know you gotta, gotta give it some time..."

She looks straight into your eyes from across the crowd, and you notice her biting her lip, putting more into those words than just song lyrics.

The song ends. The audience erupts in applause, and someone shouts. Veronica straightens up and looks out at the audience:

— A quick announcement: the concert will end a little early today. Excuse me, but… there's someone in the audience I'd really like to talk to backstage before they run away from me again.