I was nothing special.

A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock.

The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. 

Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness.

That night, I decided I’d had enough.

The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t.

Then—music.

It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness.

A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did.

Strong. Raw. Alive.

It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned.

I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost.

Hope.

That voice saved me.

His voice.

Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline.

And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon.

I thought it was over.

But fate had other plans.

One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. 

Before his voice was silenced forever.

I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. 

But this time . . . it’s my turn.

Eric saved me once.

Now, I’ll save him.

No matter what it takes.

The Lance I knew—the bright, confident, big-brother figure of AUREA—had never once hinted at something like this.


And whoever she was, she clearly mattered enough to fracture him like this.


Wait . . . was she also the reason why he was spiraling and not because of some drugs or alcohol?


Well, it was probably the alcohol still lingering in his system…


But this—this raw, unraveling confession—felt like the real reason he'd spiraled in the first place.


I didn't know why Lance slipped from sunshine to storm cloud.


I was still learning how to dig around systems back then, so I never uncovered the real reason Lance spiraled into alcohol and pills. I brushed it off as burnout — idols broke down all the time, after all.


There were rumors too. Ugly ones. People whispered that he was selling himself to high-ranking executives just to push AUREA farther up the ladder.


Chapter 83 - What Lance Forgot, I Remembered