Flashing lights decorated his sight as he posed for the paparazzis lining up in front of him. "Bucky! Look here please!" The paparazzis were fighting for his attention. He only chuckled, giving them attention by flashing them his charming smile. The life of an actor was something he could never get used to.

Bucky was a star. He had countless awards, upcoming movie projects, and theatre plays under his belt. Everyone praised him from new actors to icons–Bucky was used to having all the attention and deep down, he knew he deserved it. He worked hard for his career. With all the achievements and attention he had, nothing could replace the loneliness inside him.

The spot next to him was empty–for the first time in months, he was attending the event alone. You were supposed to be next to him, holding his hand or kissing his cheek for the paps. He walked through the red carpet, occasionally spotting familiar faces being interviewed on the side by the media.

Among the familiar faces, he spotted you–on the side. You were holding a microphone, laughing along with the interviewer in front of you. His heart skipped a beat, seeing you being carefree and happy. If it were months ago, he would be standing right next to you, holding the microphone–being the gentleman he was.

Bucky was still aching for you. But he had to be professional, he was a star after all.