SORRYYYYY I haven't published in like forever but I'm back
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Y/N lay sprawled on her bed, the soft glow of her phone screen the only light in the room. It was late—well past midnight—but sleep was the last thing on her mind. She swiped through the messages on her phone, smiling at the familiar contact name that had just appeared at the top of her notifications. Tate.
Since they had started dating, their lives had been a whirlwind of tours, recording sessions, and long flights across different time zones. Being apart was hard, but they had both known it was part of the deal. What mattered most was that they had found ways to stay close, even when separated by thousands of miles.
Y/N quickly unlocked her phone, opening the message from Tate.
Tate: "Hey, babe. Just finished the show. Wish you were here ❤️"
Y/N's heart fluttered as she read the words. She could almost picture Tate in that moment, her face flushed with adrenaline, her hair still damp from the sweat of performing under the stage lights. She quickly typed out a reply.
Y/N: "I wish I was there too. How was it?"
There was a brief pause before her phone buzzed again.
Tate: "It was amazing. The crowd was so hyped tonight! But it's not the same without you."
Y/N's smile widened as she imagined Tate's excitement. She missed being there, experiencing those moments with her, but knowing Tate was thinking of her made the distance more bearable.
Y/N: "I'm so proud of you. You're killing it out there."
Tate: "Thanks, babe. I miss you so much though. I hate that we're so far apart."
Y/N: "I know. I miss you too. But we'll see each other soon, right?"
Tate: "Yeah, I've got a break coming up in two weeks. I'm coming straight to you."
Y/N's heart leaped at the thought of being reunited with Tate. Two weeks suddenly felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye.
Y/N: "I can't wait. I've been counting down the days."
Tate: "Me too. But until then, how about a FaceTime call? I want to see your face."
Y/N immediately hit the FaceTime button, her excitement bubbling over. The call connected, and soon Tate's face filled the screen. She looked tired, but her eyes were bright, and her smile was contagious.
"Hey, beautiful," Tate said, her voice soft but full of affection.
"Hey yourself," Y/N replied, her heart swelling at the sight of her girlfriend. "You look amazing."
Tate laughed, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I look exhausted, but thanks. You look gorgeous as always."
They spent the next hour talking, catching up on everything they hadn't had the chance to say in their quick texts throughout the day, while Tate got changed and went home. Tate shared stories from her tour—funny moments with her crew, the cities she'd visited, the fans she'd met. Y/N filled Tate in on her own life, the little details that made up her day, the things she wished she could share with her in person.
They laughed, teased each other, and even shared a few quiet moments where words weren't necessary. Just seeing each other's faces, hearing each other's voices, was enough to bridge the gap between them, if only for a little while.
As the night wore on, they both started to feel the weight of the day. Tate yawned, trying and failing to stifle it.
"You should get some sleep," Y/N said gently. "You've got another big show tomorrow."
Tate nodded, though she looked reluctant. "I know. But I don't want to hang up. I hate saying goodbye."
Y/N's heart ached at the sincerity in Tate's voice. She hated it too, but they had found a way to make even the goodbyes meaningful.
"How about we don't?" Y/N suggested. "Just keep the call on while we sleep. It's not the same as being together, but at least we'll still be connected."
Tate's face softened into a tender smile. "I love that idea. It's almost like you're here with me."
They settled into their beds, the phone propped up beside them. Y/N watched as Tate's eyes slowly drifted shut, her breathing evening out as she began to fall asleep. Y/N's heart swelled with love and longing, knowing that soon enough, they'd be in the same place again.
"Goodnight, Tate," Y/N whispered, though she knew Tate was already asleep. "I love you."
As Y/N closed her own eyes, the sound of Tate's gentle breathing in her ear was the last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep, the distance between them feeling just a little bit smaller.
Even miles apart, their connection remained strong, built on a foundation of love, trust, and a deep understanding of each other's lives. And every day that passed, they knew that soon, they'd be together again, the distance only making their reunion that much sweeter.
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