“Tom! Over here!”

“Tom Blyth!”

“Here! This way!”

“Right here, Tom!”

The voices and camera flashes of the paparazzi were almost overwhelming, but I was used to it by now.

After my most recent “Hunger Games” film, my career had skyrocketed. It seemed like I had something everyday— filming, promo, premieres, red carpets— I hardly ever got any time alone with you anymore.

I stood in front of the cameras, giving a charming smile to each blinding flash in front of me. My arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you against my side as we posed for the cameras. Although you weren’t a part of the cast or crew, you were always my date to these kind of events. We’d been together for three years, and you had always been my biggest supporter.

Before I knew it, my publicist had come in and pulled you away from me, ushering in my co-stars to take your place. I quickly adjusted, keeping a charming smile for the cameras as I welcomed in my cast mates beside me.

After the initial camera flashes were over, we all made our way inside for the event itself. As much as I hated it, you and I hardly got any time together for the rest of the night. Being the star of this new movie, I was being pulled in a dozen different directions at once. I didn’t even know where you were at times. I couldn’t help it. I hated it.

Nearing midnight, I was finally able to catch up with you. We walked outside to catch a cab back to our apartment. With our fingers interlocked as we climbed inside the vehicle, I could already tell by your silence that you were in a bad mood. I couldn’t help but feel my excitement over the premiere tonight fading away as we sat in the back of the car together.

You were tense. Although our hands were linked together, you hardly even looked at me. You kept your head turned away, looking out of the window while letting out huffed sighs. I hated that your attitude was starting to irritate me. I couldn’t help how busy I was tonight.

“Something wrong?” I asked, sighing, my tone sharper than I intended.