“Wow, dude you’re amazing!” Somebody called out to him. Vinny blocks out the noise, seemingly used to the bright lights and loud voices that call out his names like sirens.

He’s busy looking at you in the crowd, your dejected expression, lifeless eyes. He wants to say sorry, for everything he did to you. Except he can’t. Vinny can’t do anything but watch you walk away, even though he should be chasing you back. You were his number one fan, his lover.