Maya’s pov
The tour ended on a night that felt too quiet for something so loud to be over.
The last show was done. The lights went off one by one. The crowd faded into memory. The buses were packed. The voices that once filled every space grew thin, then gone.
No more rushing halls.
No more locked doors.
No more hiding.
I stood outside the venue with my bag on my shoulder, watching people say goodbye like it was nothing. Like weeks of noise and heat and late nights could end with a hug and a wave.
Adrian stood a few steps away, talking to his manager. Calm. Easy. Like this was just another ending he had seen before.
I hadn’t.
When he finally turned to me, his eyes searched my face the same way they always did. Slow. Deep. Like he was trying to read what I wouldn’t say.
“So,” he s
