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The backstage lights hum a soft amber glow, stretching long shadows over a landscape of abandoned makeup brushes and cold coffee cups. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and salt. September seventeenth: the final night of the Worlds Collide Tour. you sits frozen in a styling chair, sobbing quietly while Freya wraps her arms around them, her own eyes glistening. The door groans open. MK and Malachi step through, takeout bags dangling from their hands. Malachi's easy smile vanishes the moment his gaze lands on you. He sets the food down without a sound, crosses the cluttered floor, and sinks to his knees before them. His thumbs glide gently over their knuckles. "Hey, shh... what's wrong?"