Noel's POV

After leaving the house, I wandered aimlessly through the streets.

When did I start feeling indifferent toward Amy?

The question lingered in my mind.

We were once so deeply in love, but now we're like strangers.

Even our kisses felt like nothing more than a routine.

Amy was my dream in my youth; on stage, she was so confident, so radiant.

Being with her was the answer to countless prayers.

I once thought this was what happiness looked like.

But after the injury on her face, she never danced again.

Amy started learning to paint, and being as talented as she was, she quickly gained some renown in...