Encore By Eden Finley [ TRUSTED ]

Maddox didn't pull away. He squeezed back, a silent promise that the world could wait. The crowd began to chant Zach's name, a rhythmic thunder that demanded his presence. But for the first time in his life, Zach didn't care about the applause. He had finally found a melody that was just for him, a quiet, private song that didn't need a stadium to feel massive.

The rain in Seattle didn’t just fall; it felt like it was trying to wash the glitter and the sweat of the stadium tour right off Zach’s skin. For months, he had been the face of a million posters, the voice in a billion earbuds, and the center of a gravity that pulled everyone toward him. But sitting in the back of a black SUV, watching the neon lights of the city blur into streaks of artificial color, Zach felt like a hollow shell of the man the world thought they knew. Encore by Eden Finley

"This is it," Zach whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "The final bow." Maddox didn't pull away