Description
He was a song I heard long before the world began to listen. Before the stages. Before the screaming. Before he forgot how to breathe without being watched. I knew Luca when his voice shook more than it soared. When his dreams were still small enough to fit between us. And then the world wanted him. Took him. Rewrote him in lights and noise and silence. There are things I'll never say aloud- The nights he didn't come home. The way he looked at me like I was gravity, and then, like I was a ghost. The moments I held him so tightly I almost believed I could keep him from vanishing. But you can't save someone who's already halfway gone. You can only love them in the ruins. In the silence between the songs. In the parts no one else sees. This is not a fairytale. It's the after. The ache. The truth we don't put in interviews. The story of a girl who loved a boy the world tried to worship. And the boy who forgot how to be anything but adored. We were never built to survive the noise. But for a moment, we almost did. *Dear Readers, bear in mind that all the situations from the story are FICTIONAL. They NEVER happened.*
0: Prologue.
