The backstage area buzzed with the familiar energy of anticipation. The lights, the sounds, the hushed conversations of crew members—it was all so overwhelming, yet it felt like home. You were on the verge of your last show for the “emails i can’t send” tour, and as much as you were ready to rest, the thought of leaving this chapter behind hit you with a wave of emotion.

Tom walked in, his presence instantly grounding you. His smile, warm and unwavering, made everything else fade into the background. You had been through so much together, and this tour had been a journey in itself.

He walked toward you, his steps confident and steady, like he had walked this road with you for years—because he had. You met him halfway, his eyes scanning your face, reading you like an open book.

“Hey, love. You doing alright?” His voice was low, soothing, filled with concern and affection. He lifted his hand to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. It was a gesture that always made you feel safe, no matter what chaos surrounded you.

You smiled up at him, feeling the weight of everything slip away for a moment. “I’m good. Just a little- emotional. It’s hard to believe it’s ending tonight.”

Tom’s hand lingered on your arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “I get it. But no matter what happens out there, just remember—this whole journey has been incredible because of you. You’re the one who made it all happen.”