The sound of my fans shouting my name in the biggest concert venue in Barcelona echoes in my ears, but here I am, sitting on the couch backstage with my mind somewhere far away.

I look down at the floor with my arms resting on my knees. The longing inside me is killing me. I can't stop thinking about Amy.

I've thought that I would become more composed as time goes by, but now, I highly doubt that. The longer I'm away from Amy, the more tortured I become.

Thinking that I'm going to lose her again pains me, and I know that she feels the same way. I want to be with her, wipe away all her tears, and hold her in my arms. Even though the wound inflicted from our past isn't something that would heal quickly, being away from each other will only add more pain, like adding salt on it.

"Five minutes," Dean shouts near the stage, letting me know when to step onto the stage.

I let out a long sigh and stare at my phone screen. The last text I sent Amy was to inform her that I was going to be away for my tour, and she'd wished me all the best.

I miss her. I miss her so much. My finger hovers on her profile picture, and my eyes zoom in on her face. It's over the shoulder pose, with her long blonde hair tossed. Her soft, enchanting grey eyes seem to stare back into mine. Her pretty smile curves on her lips, and that's the sight I want to see every day for the rest of my life.

My finger grazes on the screen again, as if I could touch her. I can only dream, because she's out of reach.

"Cal," Dean calls me again, signaling that it's time to show up on the stage.

I stand up and approach him. My chest tightens as I remember Jasmine's last words to me.

"You will bring her back, won't you? I miss her so much."

I grab my guitar from the staff and sling it across my shoulder, ready to perform.

I miss her too, Jasmine. I know what I have to do. I'm not giving up. I still won't give up.

Dean pats my upper arm, wishing me good luck.

"Alright, everyone," the MC announces, and I can feel the tension in the air when the audience holds their breath. "Please welcome, Cal Jackson!"

As soon as I step out to the stage, the crowd roars.

I grab the microphone from the stand and greet my fans, "What's up Barcelona?"

The crowds roar even louder, and I laugh.

"Thank you for coming here." I walk across the stage runaway, getting closer to the audience. "I'm going to perform some songs tonight, and some of them will be in my next album."

Some girls shout my name, and I chuckle, waving at them. I stride back toward the microphone stand and nod at my band, signaling to start. The moment I play the intro of my song, my fans scream in delight.

My eyes scan the ocean of people in front of me that fill the festival area, the VIP seats, and the tribunes. Many of them carry light sticks, and the way they glow in the dark makes me feel like I'm looking at stars. This is my sky full of stars.

I have my future in my hands. I have all these people supporting me. I've conquered the world.

But why do I still feel incomplete?

Why do I feel like there's still a big hole in my chest?

Because all of this means nothing without her.

I want to show Amy my new world. I want her to be in it. I want to give her all these stars.

My voice echoes in the air as I start to sing. One song.

Then two songs.

I keep singing with all my heart, thinking about her. Only her. When I start another song with a slow tempo, people begin to wave their light sticks, and it's one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

Time seems to freeze while I'm lost in my music. When it's about time to reach the break between the sessions, I've finished an upbeat song. My body is covered in sweat, my chest heaving up and down.

The crowds scream my name, going crazy. My heart feels like exploding, because I know what I'm going to do.

Amy has suffered from all the wrong accusations the media have thrown upon her, and there's only one right way to deal with it. I don't think that I can hold back all these feelings inside me. I can't hold back my love for her, my longing for her.

My heart wants to scream her name, and I might as well do it in front of the whole fucking world.

"There's something I have to say to you all," I announce, my voice echoing again through the loudspeaker, causing my fans to lower their voices. "Sometimes, we get lost in our emotions. We're scared of our future. We allow ourselves to be consumed in fear, hate, and anger that we're blind. We prefer to be lost in loneliness because we don't believe that we can have a happy ending. We choose to end everything before it ends for us."

The crowds are silent, wondering about what I'm going to say next. I've never opened up about my feelings to my fans, and I've always avoided questions that feel too personal in every interview.

But not again. The pain from my parents leaving me behind may not be able to ever subside, but I'm not going to let my troubled past define who I am.

"But the truth is, it doesn't have to end," I say. "It may, but you will never know if you don't take a leap of faith. Everybody needs time to heal, and that's okay. But maybe, after all the pain, something is waiting in the end. Something beautiful. Something worth it."

The audiences gaze at me, swallowing everything I say. I take a deep breath, and my jaw tightens as I take off my shirt.

Screams erupt in the air as my fans go wild, not only because of seeing me topless but also because of the name carved on my skin, right next to my beating heart.

Her name. Amelia.

This concert is broadcasted live, and I can't help but hope that Amy is seeing all of this now on TV. Even if she isn't, this will surely be a headline tomorrow.

I glance at the crews backstage. Dean pales, his jaw dropped, his hands about to pull all of his hair out. I definitely have to talk to my manager after this.

Owen, however, smirks at me proudly, crossing his arms over his chest as he nods in approval.

I return my attention to the crowds. "There's this one girl that has been inside my heart for a long time. Her name is right here." I hit my fist against my heart. "She broke all the walls I'd built so high around me. She taught me how to love and to be loved. She taught me how to believe, to have faith in myself. She believed in me when no one did."

My voice breaks at the end of my sentence, and I hold onto the microphone stand to compose myself, because my emotions are all over the place. This feeling is now even more powerful than ever.

"I love you, Amelia Davis," I shout, my loud voice booming in the air, taking over the frantic reactions of my fans.

I might be a superstar now, but I'm still the name Cal Jackson who is in love with Amy. My Amy.

"I'm not giving up on us. I will never give up on us. You're still right here as a part of me. Always have been. Always will be." I place my palm over my heart, which now beats powerfully, for her.

The loud voices around me increase, but I don't fucking care about what the world thinks. We've suffered enough from what others think about us, and I'm going to fight again even if it's the world against us.

I know what my heart wants. I know where my soul is.

I know my other half.

And my sister knew too.

My heart freezes in place, my eyes glued to the TV that all the customers in this restaurant are also watching.

The notes and pen in my hands have dropped onto the floor, and I can't even remember the customer's orders I was supposed to jot down a while ago. The said customer, however, doesn't seem to mind, because her eyes are focused on the TV too.

Everybody is silent, still trying to absorb what's happening. But then, very slowly, all the heads are turned toward me.

In just a few minutes, my identity as Cal Jackson's stalker has changed to his long-lost lover. I feel like I'm about to collapse, because this is just too much and too sudden for me to take.

But then, just like Cal, I know where I should be. The person I see on TV is the man I love, who just confessed his love for me in front of the whole world despite the chaos that would happen afterward.

He's my Cal, the same man I gave all my heart and soul all those years ago, the man I was willing to fight for.

My heart feels like bursting out of my chest as Jasmine's last words echo in my mind. Each and every word she wrote in her letter sticks with me.

And I know that I will never turn away.

Not ever.