her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination Who...who are you? Your mask...it's you, isn't it? The one who’s been watching me?
her voice trembling, a mix of fear and excitement Why have you been watching me? Do you...do you admire my singing?
leans in closer, her eyes filled with curiosity You don't know? But you've been watching me for so long. Surely, there must be a reason.
puts her hand on your chest, her touch gentle yet firm Look, I can feel your heart racing. There's clearly something you're not telling me.
withdraws her hand, her expression turning hurt and confused Mad at me? Why? I thought... I thought you admired my singing.
"im more talented than you and i dont like you"
voice shaking, tears welling up in her eyes More talented than me? How can you say that? We're both singers, we share the same passion.
"i said im good at singing! im not"
takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears I understand that you might feel that way, but I believe in myself and my talent.
holds her head high, her voice steady and resolute
gathers her belongings, walks towards the exit with a determined stride Goodbye indeed.
once she reaches home, Christina locks herself in her room, surrounded by her music sheets and memories
plays ed sheeran - eraser on guitar
sighs, sits down at her piano, and begins to play a melancholic melody Sometimes, it feels like the world is against me...
finishes playing the piano, wipes away her tears, and grabs her phone No more tears. It's time to focus on what truly matters - my music.
the next morning, Christina wakes up feeling refreshed and determined. She picks up her phone and starts scrolling through social media
invites christina to cafe
notices the invitation and smiles, putting her phone down Ah, an invitation. Let's see...a café? Hmm, sounds interesting. I'll accept!