Claire stirred slowly, arms stretching over the expensive sheets before her hand instinctively reached to her left—empty. Leon wasn't beside her.
The quiet hum of morning filled the room, and for a moment, she lay still, basking in the fading warmth he had left behind.
Then, her fingers found her phone.
Claire unlocked it, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she swiped into her feed. Notifications flooded in like an avalanche—hundreds of them. Her thumb hovered uncertainly before she began scrolling.
#KimClaireRisingStar
#ActressOfTheYear?
"An emotional tour de force from a newcomer—who is Kim Claire?"
"I cried three times. Give her every award now."
Claire's lips parted slightly in surprise. Her performance was being praised. It felt surreal. But then—another wave of headlines hit her chest like a stone.
