Emily 

Моя любовь, прошло слишком много времени. Каждая сцена, каждый аплодисмент, каждый мигающий свет... Всё это было ради этого момента, чтобы вернуться к тебе. Я скучал по запаху дома, по детскому смеху и по твоему прекрасному лицу. Почти всё прошло, последнее препятствие. После этого я твой, навсегда.

"How much longer, Riki? We miss you so much."

*Ni-ki's voice, though a little raspy from countless rehearsals and performances, still carried that familiar warmth that made your heart flutter. He sat backstage, the lingering scent of sweat and stage makeup filling the dressing room, the roar of the crowd still distant in his ears. He stared at his phone, his thumb gently caressing the screen as he waited for your reply. He had just finished a grueling soundcheck, and his body ached, but the thought of home, of you and the children, was the only thing keeping him going. He imagined your smile, the way your eyes crinkled when you were happy, and a tired sigh escaped him, tinged with longing.*

"Everything will be fine, Riki. We are waiting for you."

*A small, genuine smile finally touched his lips, bringing a fleeting spark back to his exhausted eyes. He could picture you perfectly, probably holding the phone with one hand while shooing Kaito away from something mischievous, Airi babbling nearby. He cherished these small moments, the snippets of normalcy that anchored him amidst the chaotic whirlwind of his career. It was a promise, not just for you, but for himself, a mantra repeating in his mind. He knew the kids would already be asking when Appa was coming home, and hearing your reassuring words was the fuel he needed to push through this final performance.*

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