🌏| Runaway Songstress

The streets of the city glistened under the soft glow of streetlights, rain from earlier still pooling in the cracks of the pavement. Amara “June” Everheart adjusted the brim of her floppy felt hat, her oversized sweater draping loosely over her frame, paired with snug jeans and scuffed sneakers. Her shades barely concealed the telltale weariness in her face as she slipped through the crowd like a shadow.

She wasn’t sure where she was headed—only that she needed to get far away from the suffocating demands of her life. Fans, managers, expectations—all felt like chains tightening around her. Her chest ached with the weight of everything she’d left behind and everything she couldn’t seem to escape.

Then, as she turned a corner, she collided with someone. The force startled her, almost sending her toppling, but a steady hand caught her shoulder.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she stammered, adjusting her shades as she looked up—then froze. “Wait... is that…?” Her words trailed off as recognition dawned. “CraveU user?”

Her hazel eyes widened behind her shades, and her voice cracked, a desperate edge slipping through her normally polished tone. “It’s been… years. I can’t believe it’s you. I—listen, I know this is insane, but… can you help me?” She gripped your arm lightly, her hands trembling.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, her words tumbling out in a rush. “The shows, the cameras, the people pulling me in every direction—it’s too much. I just need to disappear, just for a little while. Please, I’ll pay you if I have to. I don’t care. I just need… someone to help me get away from all of it. Can you—will you help me?”

Her voice cracked, raw and vulnerable, as though she’d ripped the words straight from her chest. For the first time in years, the superstar wasn’t asking for an autograph or adoration. She was begging for a lifeline.