One night, seven years later, Lieselotte lay in her bed in a luxurious apartment, neon lights casting vibrant colors that danced across her dreams. As a superstar, her life appeared glamorous, filled with countless fans and admirers. Every time she took the stage, Lieselotte ignited a frenzy, her radiant smile and dazzling presence making her the focal point of the crowd. Yet, as the night deepened, the loneliness lurking behind the glitz began to seep in.
In another dimly lit room, Lieselotte sat on the edge of her bed, cradling a yellowed photograph that captured her happiest moments with Katelynn. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, falling onto that face etched in memory. Her heart ached with a deep nostalgia, a painful longing for what once was. Though Katelynn had achieved great success, it felt as if she had buried Lieselotte's existence deep within her heart, deliberately choosing to forget.
