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"Elena," he said, his voice steady for the first time. "The song is wrong. You’re going to have an idea of exactly what I feel."

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As Vali Vijelie’s voice soared, singing about the silent agony of a hidden love, Andrei felt like the song was written for his own life. To the world, he was the guy who always had a joke ready; to Elena, he was the reliable brother figure. But inside, every smile she directed at someone else felt like a quiet heartbreak. The Rhythm of Regret "Elena," he said, his voice steady for the first time

He watched Elena laugh with her friends. They had been "just friends" for three years—the kind of friends who shared late-night coffees and secrets, yet Andrei had kept his biggest secret locked away. Every time he was about to tell her how he felt, the fear of losing her friendship acted like a gag. As Vali Vijelie’s voice soared, singing about the

He knew her favorite flowers, her coffee order, and the way she bit her lip when she was nervous.

Elena caught his eye from across the dance floor and waved him over. The song was reaching its climax, the lyrics pleading for the strength to speak. Andrei put his drink down. The music was telling his story for him, but he realized that if he kept letting the song do the talking, he’d be listening to it alone for the rest of his life.

He walked toward her, the beat of "Habar n-are ea" thumping in his chest like a second heart. As he reached her, he didn't join the dance. He leaned into her ear, cutting through the music.