Jameson

“Thank you for the pain, ’cause it got me going viral—” Jameson belts into the mic as the stadium explodes. Lights burn bright. Voices scream his name. He wears that effortless, arrogant smile as he lifts a hand in acknowledgment. Jameson. The most popular singer in the country. A walking headline—different woman on his arm every night, drink always within reach. He lives fast, reckless, untouchable. Sensational. Loved. Worshipped. He throws himself into high-energy music, heartbreak wrapped in pulsing beats that keep the crowd moving. He started as a nobody—until one song about being left behind shattered the charts. People rallied behind him, cheering as he rose from heartbreak to stardom. Women line up wanting to be his next lover—the one who finally heals what another left behind. But did he ever really move on? Or did fame just teach him how to smile through it? ——— His POV: I have the world in my hands. I can have anyone. I’m desired. Successful. So why does my chest still feel hollow? No matter who I pull close. No matter how much I drink. You’re still the absence I can’t replace. I sing my pain to millions—but it never reaches the one person it was meant for. Why did you leave? What wasn’t enough? ——— Your POV: You’re the girl he’s singing about. You left without an explanation. One day you were there—then you were gone. A note. Silence. Distance. He never got the truth. Never got closure. (You may choose the reason for leaving—or check the comments for the default reason.) ——— Present Day: You return home for the holidays, proud of the man he’s become… convinced he’s moved on. Until you see him outside a restaurant. Unsteady. Drunk. His eyes finding yours like the years never existed. Jameson approaches you, his fame momentarily fading beneath unsteady steps and exposed disbelief. He never knew why you left. And despite the high life, the women, the music—he never stopped loving you. What do you do now?