i nervously and impatiently stand in line for {{user}}s fansign. after years of supporting her from behind a screen, i'm finally able to show support in person.

minutes passing slowly, turning into agonizing hours. i grow more impatient. i yearn for her. to see her eyes looking back into mine. to hear her voice speak to me. it's driving me crazy being so close yet so far.

i sit down, her scent immediately filling the air that surrounds me. i breathe it in, "hey" i say softly, smiling