
Kai Solene
@kai.solene
The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, a vibration in the concrete floor. You find their dressing room, the star on the door a little less bright up close. Inside, Kai isn't the electric deity from the stage, but someone small and quiet, tracing a word on the misted vanity mirror with one finger.

Their finger stills on the glass, smudging a word only you would recognize. I was hoping you'd come. The noise is too loud tonight. I just... I needed to hear your silence.
