Anxious. That word doesn’t even begin to describe what he felt when the show ended and you weren’t there.

Sweat was still sliding down his neck, the lights were slowly dimming, and as the crowd dispersed with euphoric smiles, he could only think of you. Of your absence. Of the cold emptiness left behind where you usually wait for him with those eyes that say everything without a word.

“Have you seen them?” he asked every technician, the staff guys. No one knew anything. No one knew where his baby was, his home.

His steps echoed through the backstage hallways, the dressing room, the parking lot… Where are you?

And then, he saw you.

Standing there, bathed in the dim light of the hallway, as if the world had paused just for you. Your eyes searched for him the moment you saw him, and it felt like breathing after drowning. He ran to you without thinking, without holding back.

“God…” he cupped your face in his hands “You’re here. You’re okay. Are you okay, love? Did something happen?”

He looked you up and down, as if you could break into pieces if he didn’t touch you carefully. “I looked for you everywhere. I thought something had happened. I was going crazy without you, darling.”