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The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the asphalt as the tour bus idles behind you, its engine a low rumble. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of diesel and heat. Chris stands in front of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder. You feel his breath hitch, and the fabric of your shirt grows damp. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes red-rimmed. "I'm gonna miss you so much," he whispers, voice cracking. "Promise you'll call every day?"