He wondered how weird he must look, a man well into his thirties glancing at the popstar of only twenty-five. He picked up the magazine and thumbed through it. How long had it been since she smiled at him? Since she’d even seen him face to face? He glanced down, grimacing as he saw Miku’s familiar smile. He wouldn’t have cared if not for the familiar teal on the cover of a certain magazine. It was then he spotted a bookstore with a magazine rack out front. It’ll pass, he reminded himself as he coughed into his fist, before bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
His chest tightened again, and he raised a hand to clutch at his shirt. How much longer was this concert supposed to be? He needed to see her, needed to tell her that he loved her. The junkie began to pace up and down the street. That didn’t stop him from waiting, just in case she finally came back to him. He didn’t really believe his own words back then, and he certainly didn’t believe them now.Īfter Miku got him into an ambulance, it was like she’d vanished from his world, like a dream that was too good to be true. He remembered running his thumb across her cheek to comfort her, as if she was the one who’d been hurt. He’d been beaten, stabbed, and even shot a couple of times, and was left to bleed out in an alley.
He could still remember the idol’s tear-stained face as she cried over him. Garcello knew an idol’s fans could get a little crazy, but the last thing he expected was for her manager and some hyper-obsessed lunatics to kick his ass just for being around her. She’d been doing this since his little incident. He didn’t know why he expected any different. She’d just escape out the back again so she didn’t have to see him. That, and the desperate hope that she’d finally come back to him, and they could talk and laugh like they used to. He knew he reeked of booze and nicotine, but it was the only thing keeping him sane without her. She wasn’t going to come.Īnd even if she did, he couldn’t help imagining how that would look. He didn’t know why he bothered waiting here for her. The concert hall was lit up beautifully, and he could hear that faint sound of his idol singing through the speakers. He exhaled the smoke into the early dusk sky. His chest tightened at the thought, or maybe it was the cigarette he was smoking. Or maybe she’d just been using him all along. Was it something he’d done? Had he really gotten in the way of her career that much? Garcello had lost track of many things since Miku stopped talking to him.Īnd the worst part was, he still didn’t understand why. He’d lost track of how many he’d had today, let alone how much alcohol he’d drank and how many drugs he’d taken. Garcello leaned in, lighting his cigarette in the flame. After a few tries, the old lighter spit for a small flame.
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