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I locked my new phone as I close my eyes, inhaling a heavy amount of air for me to intake all of the things I’ve read online. Of course I’ll be on the top headlines. I told myself time and time again that I won’t even open my phone’s browser, but I guess my curiosity got the best of me.

I let the sound of the waves linger on my ears, eyes still closed. I am sitting atop of a stone table here in what seemed like an abandoned shore. It was already 10 in the morning but the gray clouds didn’t even let the sun take a peek on my miserable, pathetic being.

This is my third stop from driving. I already drove for 6 hours and I’ve got 3 hours more to get to my place that I bought. I invested all my money on a house, a car, and some savings for me to start a simple life in a place where no one knows about me, or anything about showbiz, no social media, or anything like the sort… just people living their lives.

I guess I’ve accepted my fate. Maybe I’ll be better off farming or fishing, or maybe helping little kids to study, or baby-sitting… I don’t know. But I know for sure that I can never go back to the other side of my life that I’ve left behind. I can never go back to her.

~10 hours earlier…

“Lisa, let’s sleep already. It’s almost midnight!” I said to her as we cuddle. I’m forcing her to sleep because I’m afraid I might break my composure anytime soon. Because in a few hours, I won’t be able to see her again. In a few hours… I’ll be closing her bedroom door, leaving her behind for good.

Lisa pouted but she obliged. “Fine! Give me a kiss!” She said as she gestured for one. I chuckled and gave her a soft kiss; a kiss I wanted to linger for the rest of my life if possible.

“Good night my Jichu.”

“Good night my Lisa.” I said back as I caressed her head. She smiled and buried her face on my neck.

“I love you. Please always remember that.” I added, making sure she hears it.

She giggled softly, completely unaware of my sudden departure. “Of course. I love you too.”

~Present…

I wasn’t able to sleep that time. How could I? I treasured every passing minute that I’m still able to look at the love of my life, to feel her presence, to remember her scent... hoping it would somehow help me cope up with my future longing.

Those last few hours staring at her was pure torment. My mind was in a riot. I wanted to back out, I wanted to stay, I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted to wake her up and cry in her arms but I know to myself that I already made a decision; a very hard decision that I had to make, for her, for the members. Thinking about it now, I don’t know if what I did was bravery or cowardice. It didn’t matter though… what’s done is done.

I took a last look at the stubborn clouds and lost hope that the sun will ever shine on me. I hopped off from where I was sitting and went for my car. I wear my favorite red hoodie, comfortable sweats and a cap. Here right now, I’m just a stranger like everyone else are to me.

I started the car and drifted off. I drove quietly in solitude. I never dared to turn on the radio because I know so well that any song would remind me of Lisa. The thought of it stung my heart heavily. Music is what brought us together, and now… it terrifies me to even listen to a single tone or rhythm.

With those thoughts running through my mind, I remembered a song that I’d rather not listen to ever again… but to my dismay, it played over and over in my head.

~Flashback…

“Sakurairomaukoro by Mika Nakashima? Why did you choose a sad Japanese song for your solo number?” Lisa questioned after hearing the track.

“It’s not sad… it’s about trees.” I reasoned.

“How could you sing about trees and not about me?!” She sulked innocently. I just laughed in response. Little did she know… that for me, everything is about her. It always was, still is.

At the comeback stage at Japan, I got nervous with my solo number not because of making mistakes but because my eyes might betray me and let tears escape without my permission.

I heaved a sigh of preparation as I walk towards the stage but before I do, someone grabbed my wrist lightly and I looked at the person who sported a supportive smile at me.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m watching.” Li