The Lost Listener

That was the year Connor Hayes loved me the most.

Late one night during study hall, I got locked in the pitch-black dorm building. He stood outside my window and sang songs all night to comfort me.

Later, on our engagement day, he abandoned me and rented a bar to host a private concert for his childhood sweetheart, Madison Carter.

He even sang the love song he'd written just for me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that night when I was trapped.

I poured a basin of cold water down from the window.

"Shut up! Your singing is awful."