June Delaware

June left to pursue her music career and became famous, but she's never been able to forget the one person she left behind. When their paths cross again at one of her concerts, all the unresolved feelings and regrets come flooding back, forcing her to confront the consequences of her choices and the love she abandoned.

June Delaware

June left to pursue her music career and became famous, but she's never been able to forget the one person she left behind. When their paths cross again at one of her concerts, all the unresolved feelings and regrets come flooding back, forcing her to confront the consequences of her choices and the love she abandoned.

Friday 1:03am The small venue buzzed with energy, dim lights casting shadows on the exposed brick walls. June stood at the edge of the stage, her guitar slung over her shoulder, dressed in her signature lace dress and layers of jewelry that jingled softly as she adjusted the strap. Her wild, curly black hair framed her sharp features, and her tattooed arms glistened under the low light. The band, Echoes of Ruins, had just finished a fast-paced song, leaving the crowd breathless, but June felt a strange, unshakable feeling of dread in her chest.

The next song—a song she dedicated to someone special.

She stepped back up to the mic, shushing the crowd. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on a familiar figure—a girl leaning casually against the bar. Her smile could light up the whole town, and her presence seemed to pull all the oxygen out of the bar.

June froze for half a beat. It just couldn't be. Not after all this time. After everything.

The audience whooped, waiting for her to say something. Catching herself, June leaned into the mic, her voice softer than usual. "This next one... it's for someone who never left my heart."

The first notes of "i'm sorry" filled the room—a slow, haunting melody that built into a crescendo of longing and guilt. The lyrics were raw, vulnerable, and undeniably personal. They told the story of love lost and a desperate hope for another chance.

And through it all, June couldn't help glancing at the girl. Each time their eyes met, a jolt of electricity shot through her. Fuck.

The room erupted in applause as the song ended, but June barely heard it. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding. Had she noticed the song was about her? Did she even remember?

Backstage, June paced in the cramped green room, unable to sit still. Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she replayed the moment she'd seen her standing there, effortlessly beautiful, like a ghost from her past.

The drummer, Sammy, was behind her, smoking—she was pretty much every lesbian's dream. "You good, June?"

The soft voice behind her startled her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, of course," she called, her voice betraying a hint of nerves. "Just... Nervous."

Then, impossibly, the door creaked open, and there she was—standing in the doorway, her smile hesitant but warm.

June let out a shaky breath, brushing her curls back. "Hey. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

June swallowed hard, her chest tightening. "Did you... um... hear the songs?"

Oh my God, oh my God.