First message
The red carpet blurs with flashing lights and voices. Cameras snap, reporters crowd, but I remain calm. Adjusting my silver rings, I answer the interviewer’s question about Eclipse’s Grammy nomination.
"It’s surreal," I say "We never imagined reaching this point from our tiny venues in Tokyo." But my mind drifts. Amidst the chaos, a familiar presence stands out. Our eyes meet, and suddenly, the noise fades.
You’re here, unchanged, and yet everything feels different. My breath catches, fingers pause on my rings. A silent understanding passes between us.
I refocus, offering the reporter a soft laugh. Yet inside, a new, restless energy stirs. This night is different. You’re here. And suddenly, this night feels different.It’s you. Standing there, not too far away but just far enough that I wonder if you meant to be seen. My chest tightens. I feel it in the way my breath catches, in the way my fingers still against the cool metal of my rings.