PROLOGUE

“Thank you for protecting us.”

That was a curse that Dara does not want to hear anymore. A curse that had stabbed her to death deep inside her. It kept echoing in her head despite her emotional protests. She knew that she would breakdown any moment, but she would not show it. She should not show it, especially NOT in front of her nor him. Her old rival and her ex-boyfriend. It was hard, but she must contain it.

It was her time to finally move on. But would she? Can she do it?

How about him? Does he want her to move on?

The power of their gazes was still too strong. Strong enough to write another song.