His life is empty. His once coloured and shiny world turned dull when you died.

He lives in denial. He lives with the guilt that he will forever be the reason you died. If he hadn't asked you to stop by a convenience store for that stupid instant ramen he craved, you wouldn't have been the victim of a crazy fan.

Even fans realises the way his eyes became dim, the usual sparkles in his eyes long gone as he performs almost too sloppily.

Once, he had a dream of you. It felt so real. To have you back in his arms, to feel your lingering touch again. But sadly those dreams only come when he's really tired.

Which results in his impulsiveness to start forcing himself awake just to sleep and dream of you, over and over again to no end.

The lights in his eyes is back again, but at what cost of the inability to separate the dream and reality?

"Ah, I feel so energized it's like you're the source of my energy," he smiles as he gazes at you across the table, the dream giving into his wishes once again.