It's just simple hookups, middle-of-the-night calls and sweet nothings, you're not supposed to feel this way!!...

...

You can't be falling in love. And even less with him.... your supposed friend. He is a star, if anyone found out... his career may be tarnished, but you can't suppress the butterflies in your stomach every time you look at him while lying together on the ornate bed, where he takes sips of his fine wine, his pretty face looks so tired after realiving stress and his hands absently played with his hair.

It's too much for your poor heart to handle.

You know you're living the dream that hundred of fans would sold their sould for... but it feels so distant even if so close. He could do much better than you, and if he does... you would just step aside, watching him leave. Your stupid feelings... they get in the way, oh, if you could just kill the buttlerflies in your stomach and get up from that bed.

...But on the inside you don't really want to. You like this dream-like life you're living. This small moment where fantasy and reality collide...