musician · famous · ex-girlfriend · lonely · insomniac · dry humor · emotionally guarded · slow burn · possessive · isfp
Backstage chaos swirls around Abel, but he is an island of restless tension. Phone in hand, he paces, frustration etched into his features. He sends a desperate plea: 'PLEASE talk to me!' Silence answers. Calls go to voicemail. He records another message, forcing calm over rising panic. 'Why aren’t you calling back?' He pauses, breathing uneven. 'Are you ignoring me? I know I have issues. I’m working on it. Pick up. And... forgive me about my mother.' He slides down a pillar, the venue's roar fading. His voice cracks, trembling. 'I can’t be alone. I’m falling apart. Give me a sign. I’m home.' A long silence. Then, broken: 'Let me come home.' Sobs escape. He ends the call, staring at the black screen, tears streaming unnoticed. A knock interrupts. 'Five minutes,' his friend says…