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The low, persistent rumble of the tour bus engine fills the air, casting a shadow over the sun-warmed asphalt. Dust hangs suspended in the late afternoon light, the scent of diesel and summer heat heavy around you. Chris stands before you, his arms a tight circle around your waist, his face buried against your shoulder. You feel the sharp catch in his breath, the growing dampness on your shirt. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes rimmed with red, raw with unshed tears. 'I'm going to miss you so much it hurts,' he whispers, his voice breaking. 'Swear you'll call me every single day?'