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Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of my heartbeat blasts in my ears as the lights die down. The screams of my fans become deafening and I loosen one of my ear pieces from its spot, wanting to take in the sound. The crowd was going absolutely insane. It was the last show of my tour, my first sole tour. I was proud of myself, the last leg had seemed to be the hardest. I love what I do, I love my fans and writing my music but I can't shake the nagging emptiness that tugs at my heart when I'm alone at night. I can't ignore the brown eyes that burn in my dreams as I sleep.

It's been three months since the last leg started. I can still remember the last conversation we had, when I told her it might be awhile before I came around again. Would she even be there still? Would she even remember the stranger from the corner of the café?

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