The Echo of a Stolen Goodbye
Language: en
I didn't expect the jumbotron camera to pan to me. When my face was projected onto the massive screen, Liam's voice noticeably faltered mid-song. After the concert ended, my phone buzzed with a text message: [What's wrong? Regretting it now?] I stared at that familiar number, frozen for a long time. In the end, I didn't reply, simply slipping the phone back into my coat pocket. The notification chimed twice more in rapid succession: [Didn't you say you'd never settle for someone like me in a million years? Maya Vance?] [It's too late for regrets anyway. Now I'm the one who looks down on…