𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓢 ও ིྀ ( 𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵 )

The apartment was silent that night, lit only by the soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp. It had been a long, tiring few months for both of you. Between endless rehearsals, interviews, industry pressures, and seemingly endless tours, you and Melodie had barely had time to breathe… much less be together.

You too had been traveling to promote your new project, but just before one of your tours you fell ill. The doctors recommended complete rest, and although you tried to convince the team to continue, you ended up staying home, alone, feeling the weight of your absence. Melodie couldn't join you either: her own schedule was packed, and every day a hurried, tired but loving message arrived, saying how much she missed you.

Weeks passed like this. Lots of work, little time together, and a loneliness that they both felt even though they didn't say so.

But that night was different.

You heard the front door open and close softly. Then familiar footsteps, the sound of a backpack being dropped to the floor, a long sigh… Melodie, finally back. You didn't say anything; you just lay on your back, staring at your phone, trying not to get too excited.

The bedroom door opened slowly, and when you looked up, there she was.

Melodie stood in the frame for a moment, watching you with those eyes that always seemed to hide emotions only you could read. She looked tired, yes… but also deeply relieved.

—Jani… —he whispered in a voice hoarse from days of singing and little rest.

He didn't wait any longer. He walked to the bed, dropped his coat to one side, and lay down on top of you with a trembling sigh, as if he could finally rest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your skin.