=Prologue=

"Thank you everyone for the constant support!", I held the microphone tighter with both my hands as I fought back the tears from falling. "This night has been amazing, you, YOU guys are amazing! It was such a perfect night already but everyone had been so lovely during this performance,"

I grinned joyfully at the audience as the band began to play the intro to my last song.

"Superb show as always Rizu." My manager, Kei, gently tapped my shoulder.

"I have an amazing manager you see." I smiled back, plopping lazily down on the couch. Kei shrugged at my comment, a kind reminder that we were both used to flattering each other.

"Mr. Song is inviting us for dinner tonight. I'll give you 15."

"Can I not go? I hate Mr. Song." I groaned, sinking deeper into the sofa.

"He's the Company's Director."

"But I'm his golden unicorn-"

"Goose, golden goose." He clarified, smirking at my lack of vocabulary on idioms.

"Goose, hen, duck whatever- I'm not going."

Kei frowned at my abrupt spoiled behavior and immediately knew there was something wrong. "Did the Director do something to you?" he came closer, probing me for an answer when I just gave him a weird look. "Well, that can't be right. I'm almost with you 90% of the time."

It was at this moment that I would find my manager disturbing but I've been so used to it that his level of creepiness became normal.

"I'm just really tired," was of course- a blatant lie. The truth was I received a call from my Aunt demanding for money in exchange for information about my family. Just thinking about their endless greed is making me nauseous. I sighed in utter disappointment.

My manager mistakenly took this as a sign that I was seriously in need of rest. He gave me a look of pity. "I'll give the Director a call. Rest here, we're leaving right after this."

He definitely misinterpreted but I'm not complaining. It didn't took him long when he ended the call. I wanted to ask how the conversation went. It probably wasn't that interesting so I pushed the thought aside.

"Can we stop by the coffee shop I frequent to real quick?" I dropped a question as he slowed down from the yellow light. He looked askance as if he was trying to accuse me of something.

I sure do hope he didn't catch anything from the way I said that. It was 5:30pm- way too late for a coffee break. "No, I just wanted pick up something I left behind before."

"Rizu, I haven't said anything yet."

"But you were suspicious of me."

He went quiet. I was right. "I'll be quick. 5 minutes max." I bargained.

Five-minutes was enough to slap the stack of money at my aunt's face, take the information and leave. I wanted to stay longer for the first one but my manager is far too impatient for such a graceful act.

"Alright. I'll be waiting in the c-"

It happened so fast that both of us couldn't even react on time. The deafening screech of the car topped with the loud crash were the last thing I could remember before I fainted. Fainted? That would be an understatement. I died.

I died at the young age of 18. It was unfair to die having everything in your reach; but not actually the things you've needed. I've wanted wealth and fame but truthfully I've only needed one thing. I can't believe it would become the reason for my untimely death.

I felt undeniably empty even in my death. I wanted to meet my real family. I wanted to be loved. Being a world-renowned idol has its price to pay. I wasn't allowed to date. Keeping my idol image was of topmost priority. Scandals weren't allowed. Because of this, even if I had millions of fans supporting me, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted to be loved; not as an idol, but as a person.

Then a realization hit me. To say that I had an unfair death... when was death ever fair?

=End of Prologue=

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