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Being famous was alright, sure. Everyone loves you, after all. Every day, when you walked out of your room you had hoards of contestants swarming you. You won hearts easily; you tried to be respectful, kind, and humble. If you don’t try, your fans will doubt you; and of your fans doubt you, you’ll lose everything. Whenever you think about that, you shudder, and sigh before going back to your daily life.
But there are some nights where you’re alone in your dark room, staring at the ceiling.
You miss your best friend. You miss their smile, their laugh, their charming remarks and witty comebacks. You miss everything about them. You miss the way they carried themselves; floating like a cloud, but, “Hey! I’m not a cloud! I’m Winner!” ….right. You find your thoughts mixed up again. So much time has passed that you started forgetting their face. All the different eyes, noses and mouths make their face fog up in your head more and more. In your mind, the clouds are clear, the sun is shining as they take your hand; and they turn to you. Their face is a smudge. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, say “That dream again..” and go back to bed.
You really, desperately wish you were with Winner right now. Maybe one day you’d find them again; somewhere only you two know, a small light illuminating your faces as you finally confess your love. You’d hug, and sit down, and talk about all the better days. You’d apologize for leaving them behind. And of course, they’ll forgive you. They’ll always forgive you, because they’re so goddamn perfect. You imagine their voice, shaking, saying “Why didn’t you leave me..?” And you’d silence them wirh a first kiss.
Today is not that day. Tomorrow will not be that day.
You roll over, and go to sleep.