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Chapter 3

Liam’s Journey Post-Breakup

The backstage area was a frenzy of activity. Stagehands rushed around adjusting cables, the hum of amplifiers filled the air, and Liam Carlisle sat in the corner, a guitar balanced on his knee. His fingers moved over the strings, but the melody was fractured, the rhythm inconsistent—much like his thoughts.

The years since Aria had left his life felt like a blur of neon lights and noise. At first, the record deal was everything he’d dreamed of: late nights in the studio, sold-out arenas, and fans screaming his name. But success, he discovered, was a hollow companion.

The breakup with Aria had left him reeling. He remembered their last conversation in painful detail: the way her voice cracked as she told him she couldn’t wait forever, the way he’d stood there helplessly as she walked away. He had thrown himself into his career, thinking fame would numb the ache. Instead, it magnified it.

Every song he wrote seemed to echo her name, her laugh, her touch. When the band’s producer pushed for more radio-friendly hits, Liam resisted, crafting ballads filled with regret and longing. His bandmates teased him about his “melancholy muse,” but they didn’t understand. Aria wasn’t just a muse; she was the missing piece of his soul.

Aria’s Internal Conflict

Meanwhile, in her small, book-filled apartment, Aria Benson sat at her desk, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop. Her students’ essays waited to be graded, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

The charity gala had been a mistake. Seeing Liam again after all these years had unraveled something inside her. She hadn’t meant to go, but Maggie’s insistence—and her own curiosity—had overpowered her better judgment.

Liam had changed. The boy who once serenaded her with off-key songs under the stars was now a polished rock star with a magnetic presence. Yet, behind the confident smile, Aria had glimpsed a familiar vulnerability. It was the same Liam who had once shared his fears about the future, his dreams of making it big, and his doubts about being good enough.

Aria’s heart was a battlefield. Part of her wanted to reach out, to bridge the years of silence with a single message. But the other part—the cautious, wounded part—reminded her of the pain he’d caused. Their breakup wasn’t just about ambition; it was about broken promises, clashing priorities, and a fundamental fear of losing themselves.

Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, the cursor blinking as if taunting her indecision. She started to type: Liam…

But then she stopped. What could she possibly say after all this time? She closed the laptop with a frustrated sigh and leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the old record player in the corner.

She walked over, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, and pulled out a vinyl album. It was one of Liam’s early records, the one he’d mailed to her after his first big tour. She placed the needle on the record and sat back as the opening chords filled the room.

The song was their song—the one he’d written for her in college. The lyrics wrapped around her like a bittersweet embrace:

“Even the stars can’t outshine you,

Even the moon knows it’s true…”

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She didn’t want to admit it, but part of her still loved him.

Their Next Interaction

Liam couldn’t stop thinking about Aria. After the gala, he’d spent hours scrolling through his phone, trying to find the courage to call her. Instead, he ended up pacing his hotel room, a bottle of whiskey untouched on the table.

The next morning, he made a decision. He needed to see her again.

It wasn’t hard to find her. A few discreet inquiries led him to the small college where she taught part-time. When he arrived, he felt out of place—his leather jacket and ripped jeans contrasting sharply with the serene campus atmosphere.

He spotted her through the window of a classroom. She was sitting at her desk, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her glasses slipping down her nose as she graded papers. She looked so much like the Aria he remembered, yet so much more grown-up.

Liam hesitated. What if she didn’t want to see him? What if she slammed the door in his face?

Before he could overthink it, a student exited the classroom, leaving the door ajar. He stepped inside, his heart pounding.

“Aria?”

She looked up, startled. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“Liam?” Her voice was soft, disbelieving.

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly unsure of himself. “I… I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me.”

“I—” She closed her laptop, standing slowly. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you.” His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his nervousness. “After the gala, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us.”

“Liam…” She crossed her arms, her expression guarded. “It’s been years. Why now?”

“Because I can’t keep pretending I’m over you,” he admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ve tried, Aria. I’ve tried to move on, but no matter what I do, every song, every lyric… it’s all about you.”

Her breath hitched. She wanted to believe him, but she couldn’t forget the pain of their breakup.

Music as a Metaphor

The air between them was thick with tension. Liam took a step closer, his voice softening.

“Do you remember that night by the lake?” he asked. “When I played you that unfinished song?”

Aria nodded slowly, her heart aching at the memory.

“I finished it,” he said, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “It took me years, but I finally finished it. And it’s yours, Aria. It’s always been yours.”

She unfolded the paper carefully, her eyes scanning the lyrics. The words were raw, heartfelt, and painfully honest.

“I searched for the melody,

But it was in your smile.

I chased the rhythm,

But it was in your laugh.

Every chord I play,

Every note I write,

It’s all for you.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she read. For the first time in years, she saw a glimpse of the boy she had fallen in love with—the boy who had once made her feel like the center of the universe.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t know if I can do this again.”

He reached out, his hand brushing hers gently. “I’m not asking for an answer right now. Just… let me prove to you that this time, I’ll stay.”

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