100 Days Without You (COMPLETED)

2. Krist

Krist

Krist gets lost in the whirlwind that his instagram has become. Getting bigger in the music industry has definitely upped his subscriptions and he can't always keep up with the flurry of images and comments that pop up.

He's even had to shut his DM's because the number of notifications was killing him and he can't bear that his fans take the time to respond when he can't even see the messages,

It all used to be a whole lot easier. Especially when he'd had a partner to groan and moan to.

But Singto's gone. And he's not coming back.

It hurts when he thinks about it, but he has to shove it down deep in his heart because if he thought about it too long he'd end up constantly recalling the entirety of that last fight in full colour vision and he really can't. It's far too painful.

Instead, he throws himself into the job. Takes everything being offered - presenting, collaborations with other GMM artists, TV shows, bit parts, cameos, promotions. Anything to fill the space that his Phi has left behind.

It's hard to push away his memories when it feels like every single interview includes a mention of his former partner. They're always asking him how Singto is doing and how he's coping without him and whether he's planning to visit and how soon? And can he show them some of the pictures of America that his phi must have sent him?

The answer is no. He can't.

Singto hasn't spoken to him directly since 3 days before the last fan meet. 51 days ago. Almost two full months. It's so painful to think about. He tries not to.

But really, after almost nine years knowing his phi, almost nine years where they spoke at least once a week if not more and saw each other almost daily towards the end, well, anyone would be excused for grieving.

That's what he's doing. He knows. He's grieving the loss of the most important relationship he's ever had and he knows it can only get worse the longer he ignores it.

But, when thinking about Singto results in crying into his Pillow at the least, and howling like a small child at the worst, then what can he do but try to leave it all behind him and push on with his plan to dominate the world of TV and Music. Alone.

He never thought it would be so hard to fill in all the time his Phi used to take up. He never thought he'd have to. He'd naively assumed that there'd be long phone calls and video chats. Maybe even visits.

Well, he'd gotten that completely wrong, hadn't he?

"Krist? You ready?" Mike asks, wandering over to him as they wait backstage to be announced. It's some event to advertise some product or other. To be honest it's not a priority, there are plenty of other GMM artists here and after he's sung, he'll make his excuses and leave as early as he can. It's just one of those days and he knows his YuYu's will be more upset if they have to see him at his worst, than if he leaves and they don't get to see him at all.

Some of his fans have been around since the very start and they often seem so attuned to his moods that it's hard to act as if he's okay. Which is kind of sad when his entire job is acting a part.

Krist snaps himself back into the room, smoothing down a non-existent wrinkle in his shirt and glances over at one of his closest friends, "Yeah. But really, Mikey, the question is.. are you?"

Krist forces a laugh and then reaches out to tug at Mike's hair, pulling it out of it's perfect quiff and causing him to rush away to P'Putza (who is still Krist's favourite stylist) and leaving Krist alone as he had planned.