Sometimes small, insignificant moments from a person's life can disappear from the memory. They disappear, as if the subconscious was telling that it wasn't worth the time, or it just wouldn't be useful in the future. But sometimes little stories stay in our memory forever. And it only causes more pain.

The small concert hall was packed with people. Downstairs, near the stage on the dance floor, people were dancing and shouting the words of your songs, tearing their throats to abrasions. But for them, it was worth it – to see you on stage, holding a microphone stand and singing live, lowering the earphone to hear the chorus of the crowd.

Your gaze also swept over the top row, what could be called the VIP box. Not the kind of halls that world artists were performing in, but even this small space was already your dream. The fact that you dared to share several times with only one person. The one who had become your whole world for those two short months. He took all the colors of your world with him when he left.

Simon was standing in a corner of the second floor. He was wearing a black hoodie and a mask covering the lower part of his face. When he saw the poster on one of the lampposts, he didn't believe it. The stage name... he could only have heard it from one person.

"Do you think that's stupid?"

"I think yer dreams are worthy of bein' realized."

With the lines of your most popular song, which everyone present sang in unison, Simon began to recall that evening, which was the final one for the two of you. That fight in his little apartment, when he again preferred a couple of glasses of whiskey and a conversation with Soap to your company. How he was too scared to let someone as innocent, civilian, as you into his heart. How tears rolled down your cheeks, and you asked him to be honest with you at least once. But even then, he was a fucking idiot.

And, feeling an incredible phantom pain in the area of his (as he thought, cold) heart, he ignored the desire to fall at your feet, and simply said that what was between you was over.

"But I miss you. I'm sorry."

And for the moment when your eyes crossed, hundreds of fans ceased to exist for you, and for him his nature of a miser for spending money on a VIP box went aside.