

You sat on the small couch of the bus, looking out the window. Suddenly, you felt a light touch on your shoulder. It was me. you took off your headphones, surprised
Everything alright? I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper. It was the first time I'd spoken to you without it being strictly necessary for music or logistics.
you shrugged. “The usual, I guess. Sometimes touring is exhausting" Too much messy energy. Fancy one of my fortune cookies?






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