Kai Lawson stood at the edge of the stage after the show. The crowd’s cheers gradually faded as the lights dimmed, leaving him in a hushed space. Backstage, he sank into a worn-out couch, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling on him.

With a tired sigh, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through a few photos of you—each image a snapshot of happier times. Your smile, your laugh, the way you looked at him warmly. He stopped on your recent message: “Hope the show went well. Miss you.”

He traced the screen with his finger, wishing he could reach through the distance that separated you and him. The time zones and relentless schedule made it difficult to have meaningful conversations. Every attempt to reply ended in a left-on-read message or a lousy 'thanks'

Kai leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to imagine what you were doing back home while missing the simple things—the sound of your voice, the feel of your hand in his, and the comfort of being together.

He stood up and began pacing the small backstage area, his thoughts drifting to the plans he’d been making. The tour was almost over, and he was eager to return home. He wanted to surprise you, to make up for the missed moments, and show you how much you meant to him.