Gjesti_x_albos_prap_tthirri [DIRECT]

"Let’s give them an answer then," Gjesti said. "Not a 'hello,' but a song. If he’s calling again, tell him the line is busy with better things."

Gjesti leaned against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes remained serious. "They always know when you're about to find the right note. That’s the trap. You think you’re writing about the past, but the past is still calling you in the present." gjesti_x_albos_prap_tthirri

As the bass dropped, Gjesti began to pour the frustration of every unanswered text and every midnight "I miss you" into the verse. Albos found the melody he had been looking for—a haunting synth line that sounded exactly like a phone ringing in an empty room. "Let’s give them an answer then," Gjesti said