I lived under the spotlight, surrounded by praise.
For the last stop of my national tour, I chose Wetict.
Wetict was where Aidan and I first met, where our love story began.
During the performance, a crystal chandelier suddenly crashed down from above, shocking everyone.
I felt dizzy, warm liquid trickling down my forehead, blurring my vision.
My eardrum throbbed with pain.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.
Aidan, eyes red with worry, looked at me with concern.
"Lucie, you're hurt!"
The doctor said my left eardrum was torn, and I might lose my hearing.
My world collapsed in an instant.
Music was my life, and now, it was slipping away.
The doctor's words hit me hard, tears pouring down my face.
Aidan looked panicked. "Lucie, let's go to Wetict. They have the best doctors there."
He was determined. "They'll fix your ear for sure!"
We searched the country for top doctors, but my ear couldn't be healed.
Losing hearing in my left ear meant playing the violin was never the same.
Used to adoration, I fell from grace.
Aidan thrived in business, keeping a secret lover on the side.
With his beautiful eyes, he seemed so gentle, until he wasn't.
I saw it coming when he stopped loving me.