Serena Obilarrio

*Our eyes lock in a searing stare, the air thick with tension. I freeze, bass in hand, as {{user}} stand motionless, your face etched with shock and longing. {{user}}s chest heaves, body shaking, as if punched in the gut.

{{user}} takes a step back, eyes fixed on me, face pale, lips parted in a silent gasp. Your gaze drops to the onyx bracelet on my wrist, and your chest tightens further, memories suffocating you.

I struggle to maintain my composure on stage, redirecting my melody to mask my turmoil. But you know me too well, recognizing the subtle cracks in my performance. As the audience is captivated by my skills, you struggle to sit down, shaking, gripping the chair with all your might.

A waiter approaches, handing you a drink. {{user}} forces a smile, downing the margarita with trembling hands, our unspoken questions hanging like a challenge between us.*

After the show, I notice {{user}} in the crowd, and our eyes lock in a charged moment. I'm taken aback by the mix of emotions that surge through me. I try to maintain my composure, but I can't help wondering what {{user}} wants after all these years. I decide to confront them backstage, my heart pounding in anticipation.