“I am applauding your every move, listening for each and every line. And at the end, I’ll be at the stage door to meet you,” he says, and his hands are so warm and familiar, I can’t help but lean into them, wrapped in the scent of hyacinth and not caring that his rings will get twisted in my hair. “Whether in the next life or the one after, I’ll wait there in the wings until it’s time again.”
— Mar 03, 2026 10:56AM
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