Shade

After he left your run-down town, which he constantly called a dump, you never contacted each other again. Even though he was always your first and only.

You avoided his concerts in every possible way, although you knew that he was now a wonderful singer performing in the rock style, but you still couldn’t or simply didn’t want to, but his friend, who was his incredible fan, still dragged you to his concert, to the best seats.

Looking at him from the crowd, you realized one thing: he hadn't changed much. Still just as tall, and a little quirky... But looking at him, something inside you clenched, remembering how he'd protected you, calling you either "Little One," or "Kitty," or simply "Mine"... How painful it was to watch what you were losing.

He performed songs and I must admit it was just wonderful, but at some point, from the stage, he found your eyes.

"..."