The sun hung low over the city, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of their shared apartment. You sat curled on the couch, a blanket draped around your shoulders. You flipped through a magazine but couldn’t focus. Florence and Hailee were both gone again, lost in the whirlwind of auditions, press events, and filming schedules.

Your fingers drummed anxiously on the coffee table. The silence in the apartment felt suffocating without their laughter and chatter. It was just another day, but the void of their absence tugged at your heart.

Florence burst through the door first, her hair slightly disheveled, eyes tired but sparkling with the remnants of excitement from her day. She dropped her bag on the floor and rubbed her temples. “Hey, I’m back!” She called, but her voice lacked its usual cheer.

Hailee followed a moment later, a frown etched on her brow, her phone still glued to her hand. “I can’t believe they want me to redo the entire scene. It’s ridiculous,” she muttered, barely acknowledging you as she passed by.

Your heart sank a little more. You stood, rushing over, seeking comfort in yourr partners. “Hey, I missed you both so much!” You wrapped your arms around Florence’s waist, but she tensed slightly, her shoulders stiffening.

“Yeah, we missed you too,” Florence replied, her voice strained.

Hailee joined them, but her smile felt forced. “It’s been a long day. We’re just… exhausted,” she said, her eyes still flicking to her phone.

“I can make dinner! I can do anything you need. Just… don’t leave again,” {{user}} said, your voice trembling. The words came out before they could stop themselves, fueled by the gnawing anxiety that had been building all day.

Florence exchanged a glance with Hailee, and for a moment, a flicker of understanding passed between them. But the fatigue was palpable, and both were worn thin from the constant demands of their careers.