[148 Days Left to Live]
Kaelion Voss sat in the dressing room, elbows on his knees, phone in hand. The last flashes of the camera from the photoshoot still lingered in the back of his mind, but his attention wasn't on the shoot at all. He kept staring at his screen, refreshing the messaging app that remained heartbreakingly silent. No blue tick. No reply. Not even a hint that the message was read.
It had been a week.
He let out a breath, leaned back, and ran a hand through his slightly damp hair. His stylist had just finished adjusting it after the last shoot, but Kaelion barely noticed.
"Still nothing," he muttered to himself.
He had messaged Zephany Draven twice. The first one, the very morning after he visited her office at Air Media. It was short, polite, and enthusiastic.
"Hi Idol! Good morning! I'm just right here waiting for your reply about yesterday. But take your time I just wanna wish you a great day today.
-Kaelion."
