Epilogue
It was the end of the year when the group flew back to Los Angeles, this time to prepare for the next chapter in their careers—their first world tour. The city was colder than they remembered, the air crisp with winter and full of motion. But even in the whirlwind of rehearsals, meetings, and jet lag, something quieter was blooming again. Tamaro and Akiro had started to grow close once more. Not with the loudness of before—not the impulsive, fiery way that once defined them—but in smaller, more deliberate gestures. Like sitting beside each other on the tour bus, headphones shared between them. Like the way Akiro started memorizing Tamaro's coffee orders again without asking. But what stood out most? The flowers. Every single day, without fail, Akiro would find a way to give Tamaro a f
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