Tears were threatening to fall when suddenly I felt myself float up from the floor. I blinked and realized someone from the stage had just grabbed my arm and has pulled me up. Before I could utter a protest, I found myself staring into his blue eyes. He started singing to me and I was lulled to complete silence by his voice.
My boyfriend loved this song. But he wasn’t here to listen to it. I thought he loved me, but he left me here as well. I guess everything I thought he loved was wrong. He broke up with me during the concert. Not before. Not after, but while this band was singing. Just before the last song. The moron.
Hatred still filled my mind and I was too preoccupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t exactly aware I was on stage in front of a lot of people, my hand being held by this guy they’ve all been praising like a god the whole night.