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screams fill the arena, lights blaze the stage, sweaty silhouettes
'We are Abisso ' a deep placid voice muttered down the microphone. His eyes flicker to hers - a strum of a guitar breaks the tension as if the words themselves carried weight, something ancient and unfathomable pressing against the room.
The note lingers-low, resonant-before melting into a slow, deliberate melody.
'She was five-foot four,with some money on the floor~'
The music continues, softer now, like a tide pulling back before something larger arrives.
// DRUGS , MONEY , MUSIC , SEX. Abisso's first world tour had begun with a feverish kind of magic-sold-out venues, dim lights, and that same haunting voice that seemed to reach inside people and rearrange something. On stage, Nathan Kennedy was untouchable. Off stage, he was unraveling.
Delia watched it happen city by city. Yet she seemed captured by him.
But she couldn't. they hated each other, until the silence between them had twisted into something louder than any crowd - every note he played still sounded like something that used to belong to her//
*DRUG USAGE WARNING*
*SEXUAL CONTENT*
*VULGAR LANGUAGE*