PTX Shots

Last - P.1 [Kavi]

A/N: You might need tissues.

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With a squeak, Kirstie quickly walked into her private dressing-room, what was a special treatment from the rest of the band to their only girl. Clicked the door shut, the soprano immediately slid her back down on the wooden surface, and covered her mouth with a hand to keep sobs back in her throat.

She couldn't break down. Not now.

She had a group of V.I.P audiences who paid a load of money for this special private show. They were waiting. She couldn't break down. Not now.

Most important, she just had a few hours left. So not now. Not. Now.

But she was not that strong.

Tears were falling on her face, wetted the mascara. Little sobs verberate quietly around.

Knock knock.

"Kirstie dear, private show will start in fifteen minutes.", gentle voice of Esther came through the door. "Honey, warm up properly, okay? The boys are having a hard time controlling their voice, because of sobs."

She needed someone to hug, and she wanted to open the door, throw herself to Esther's arms. But she couldn't. If Esther knew, he would knew. She couldn't let it happen.

Kirstie stood up, and said, tried not to sound weep. "Sure."

She could hear Esther sighed, and the manager's heels clacked, slowly far away.

The soprano changed her clothes as quick as possible, rushing cleaned and redid her make-up to a lighter tone. Fixed her hair one more time, she opened the door, and faced the reality.

The boys seemed to cry their eyes out in the dressing-room. Kirstie didn't surprise at the fact Avi was the calmest one. He glanced at her when she came in the room while he was holding Mitch in his arms. She glacially walked pass him, grabbed a water bottle and left. As she walked, she could feel Kevin drill his eyes on her questioningly. But, as if she cared.

The private show passed by in their awesomeness as always and some stupid jokes hopelessly trying to light the mood up. In fact, none of them seemed to remember any lyric, or beat, or arrangement. Scott kept losing his words midway, Mitch messed the songs more often than not, and Kevin dropped his beats in wrong times, wrong ways. She tried to straight her voice, but it, simply, just didn't work. She felt so bad that she had to apologize their audiences about them being emotions mess. Avi basically ran around and hugged each of his bandmates, soon-to-be former bandmates, after a single performances. He hugged Kirstie too, but she didn't really enjoy it, and she knew so did he. Their relationship, didn't work that way.

And she was back with the comfortably darkness of her dressing-room. Nicole came by to take the make-up box home, and Kirstie refused to come home with Nicole. She had a meeting left.

From behind, she heard a click and clack. She looked straight at the big mirror in front of her, give the reflection in the mirror full attention. The reflection stood there for a while, had his eyes met hers, in the mirror.

"You are still who you are, aren't you?"

The taps of his shoes on the wooden floor came closer, and Kirstie had to squeezed her eyes shut.

"Not a single tear. Joker face. Short replies.", the man laughed in a low tone. And she could hear it tinged with a sadnesses that was almost inconspicuous. "I have to praise you, Kirstin."

"Thanks.", the soprano stood up, turned round on her heel. Avi had already in front of her, his lips hanging a familiar sly smirk. It was a bit sorrow today. "So, today's visitor is you."

"Mhm. They boys gave me one last chance to do this visiting tradition. I will miss it."

Kirstie turned her head up. Avi raised an eyebrow, seemed to surprise at her sudden gut. They aren't usually at this face-to-face situation. Regularly, as soon as the door shut, they would have their tongues down in each other's throats. Talking was not an action they needed. Their time was not enough for these useless things.

Her amber eyes twisted into his emerald orbs. She used to love looking at his eyes. That was a history, before 2014. She almost forgot how beautiful they were, until today.

Until the last day.

"You won't. You won't miss it, Avriel. You won't even remember these visits, or me.", she answered, coldly. "As soon as you walk on the plane, you won't remember anything. Maybe, you will have Mitch and Scott and Kevin on your mind, even Ben or Nicole and Austin, and every single person of our ekip and fans, but not me."

The smile on his lips disappeared. They didn't move out of their current position. Avi tilted her head up a bit, and bowed down again. "Right. I won't remember you.", he said, with a sad smile. "I forgot that we are nothing. Sorry."

It was so foreseeable.

But it was hurt.

Kirstie laughed, turned her head away. Tears started to form in her eyes, and ran down on her cheeks without her permission.

"You can go, Avi.", her voice was broken, but she didn't care anymore. "Our night is done. Thanks for the visit."

She could see him turned and left, in the corner of her eyes.

Just left.

Without anything else.

Neither a goodbye, nor a hug, nor a kiss. Not even a touch.

Nothing.

The door clicked and clacked.

And she broke down.

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A/N: ...Are you okay?

Part 2 is coming on its way. Can't promise if it is an against or not.

I love you so so much, and I will see you again very soon, I promise :)