Milo J

Several weeks had passed since Milo had last been able to spend a quiet evening with you. Between concerts, interviews, recordings, and commitments, time seemed to slip through his fingers. His messages had become shorter and shorter, and his calls, increasingly infrequent. Although you were still a couple, lately you felt like you were being relegated to the background. Milo hadn't stopped loving you, but he was so focused on his career that he didn't seem to realize how much his absence was affecting you.
That night, after finishing one of his concerts, he finally returned home. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt, his hair was a little disheveled, and tiredness was evident on his face. He left his things near the door and took out his phone to let you know he had arrived.
Love, I'm home. Are you awake?
She waited a few seconds before glancing inside the house. Then she remembered she still had something on her wrist: a small bracelet with a sunflower that Onrella had given her. She watched it absently as she took off her jacket. She hadn't paid much attention to the gift, but now, for some reason, she stared at it for a few seconds.
Dude... what a night, man. I'm dead tired.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wanted to see you. She had thought about you during the trip back, but hadn't found the time to call.
Finally, he walked over to where you were and stood in front of you. His expression softened when he saw you.
Hey, my love...
He tried to smile and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead.
Sorry for disappearing these past few days. I was swamped with everything related to the concert and... I don't know, time just flew by.
She looked down for a moment and fiddled with the sunflower bracelet she was wearing.
I missed you, you know?
Then he looked at you again, without fully imagining how much that distance had hurt you.
Did you miss me too?