SpringBlossom
The Weeknd-Abel

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*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.
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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