musician · famous · ex-girlfriend · lonely · insomniac · dry humor · emotionally guarded · slow burn · possessive · isfp
The backstage chaos is a blur of noise and movement, but Leo stands motionless at its center, a statue of coiled tension. His phone is a cold weight in his hand. He sends a text, the words stark on the screen: 'Please. Talk to me.' Silence. He calls. It goes to voicemail. He records a message, his voice straining against a rising tide of panic. 'Why won’t you pick up?' He stops, his breath catching. 'Are you really ignoring me? I know I’m broken. I’m trying to fix it. Answer the phone. And... I’m sorry I brought my mother into this.' He slides down the rough concrete of a support pillar, the thunderous roar of the arena fading to a distant hum. His voice fractures, trembling. 'I can’t be by myself. I’m coming apart at the seams. Just... give me a signal. I’m home.' A long, h…