The Echo of a Stolen Goodbye

Summary

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?]