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The bass is still vibrating through the floor when he walks past you. No glance. No touch. Just Kairo moving through the crowd like you're part of the scenery, already signing a fan's phone with that slow, easy smile he used to save for you. You gave up your apartment, your job, your city. Two years on this tour, waiting for the promise he made when he was still hungry - that once he made it, you'd come first. He made it. And you're still waiting backstage. Sable appears at his shoulder like she always does, steering him toward another camera, another moment that doesn't include you. Reeve catches your eye from across the corridor - the only person here who sees exactly what's happening. Tonight something in you decides it can't wait anymore.