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The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

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I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
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Chapter 1 - The Last Song    

 

[EMY]

 

The stadium was drowning in grief.

 

Candles flickered in trembling hands all around me, their flames shivering against the cold night air.

 

I held mine tight, wax dripping over my fingers, burning, but I didn't flinch. I almost wanted the pain. It was real. Unlike the hollow ache in my chest.

 

A million voices hummed the same broken melody. His melody. A song that would never again be sung by the man who gave it life.

 

Eric.

 

The name pulsed in my ears like a heartbeat, or maybe like thunder refusing to fade.

 

The world's brightest star, the voice that carried millions—including me—through their darkest nights, was gone. Too young. Too soon.

 

I should have been used to being alone in a crowd, but tonight it cut deeper.

 

People pressed in shoulder to shoulder, faces streaked with tears, yet I'd never felt more invisible. Just another shadow among millions.

 

That's who I've always been. Plump. Short. Forgettable. The girl people saw and dismissed in a glance. The one they whispered about, laughed at, shoved aside.

 

But not him. Not Eric.

 

His voice had pierced through the silence I was drowning in.

 

"Don't hide your light. Even if it flickers, it still burns."

 

Those words—his words—saved me once. When no one noticed me slipping, he reached me. A stranger. And because of him, I climbed back from the edge.

 

Now he was gone.

 

My chest heaved, breath ragged, like my ribs couldn't contain the grief spilling out of me. I bowed my head, pressing my forehead against clasped hands, trapping the fragile candle between them like it was sacred.

 

Tears blurred everything, my voice breaking as I whispered into the void.

 

"I never asked for anything. Not once. Because wishes don't come true. . ." My throat closed, but I forced the words out. "But please . . . just this once."

 

The candlelight swam in my vision. My knees buckled, the roar of the crowd drowning my sobs.

"If I could just go back. If I could just save him. Please—let me save Eric . . . the way he saved me."

 

And then—the world moved.

 

A gust of wind tore through the stadium so suddenly it stole the breath from my lungs. Candles blew out in waves, darkness crashing across the crowd like dominoes falling.

 

Gasps, cries, confusion. Only the massive screens still glowed, Eric's smiling face frozen in pixels from his last performance.

 

Then—light.

 

It ripped through the night sky like a blade, too close, too violent to be a star. The ground rumbled. My stomach lurched as if gravity itself had tilted.

 

I couldn't breathe. My chest was locked, my hands empty. My candle slipped, glass shattering against the ground.

 

The world spun. My scream clawed up my throat—

—and then the darkness swallowed me whole.