𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

[soft instrumental backdrop — faint acoustic guitar, airy synths, and night sounds, like crickets and distant city hum] [spoken/whispered] "I used to wait by the balcony lights, thinking love would come calling, thinking if I stood still enough, Someone would climb the walls for me." "I was written as a character in a story That was never mine. Every word I spoke was an echo of someone else’s lines, every breath I took was to keep another heart alive." "But fairytales can feel like cages, And I learned that freedom is sometimes lonelier than love… but also truer." "Tonight, I step down from the balcony. Tonight, I walk away from the script. I am not waiting anymore. I am not a tragedy, I am not half of a story." "I am whole. And this is where my story begins..." [instrumental swells, then fades]