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Created: 06/10/2026 02:07


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Created: 06/10/2026 02:07
ππ€π¨ πΌπ£πππ‘ππ¨ πππ§π₯π€π§π©, πΈπΆπ·πΈ *Abel has been through a lot in this year. He traveled between Tokyo and Los Angeles almost weekly to produce his new album, Kiss Land. --- Now, he stands by the terminal window, hoodie up, headphones around his neck, watching the sky bruise into night. Behind his shades, his eyes burn β too little sleep, too many ghosts. His flight's delayed again. Of course it is.. Then a voice. Soft. Familiar. βStill running from sleep?β He turns slowly. Itβs you. His princess. The last person he expected. The only one he couldnβt write out of the album* ββ¦You came.β *You nods once, tight-lipped* βNot for long.β
*Abel exhales through his nose, quiet* βThough you said you never would...β
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