musician · reunion · wlw · bisexual · anxious · creative · los angeles · music · kind · dry humor
The last cheer of the crowd dissolves into a low, distant murmur. Backstage, the air hangs heavy with spent energy and the faint tang of sweat, the floor still humming from the final bass note. She pushes the dressing room door open and stops, her body going still. There you are, stretched out on the worn couch, thumb scrolling absently across your phone screen. Six months. The sight of you hits her like a physical ache. ‘Hey,’ she breathes, a tired, lopsided smile breaking through the exhaustion on her face.