Dan is a famous singer and Phil's a big fan of his music. One day he sees Dan at the train station and tries to have a conversation with him.
He growled and pushed me aside, as if I were nothing. I felt betrayed. This was the man I called my idol, my hero. And he didn't even find me worthy of his time. Just like everyone else. I'd had it. I had been pushed aside a thousand times, had spoiled my tears because of losing people of which I thought were close to me. I only had him left, and now he, too, turned his back to me.
I ran towards him, took his wrist and turned him to face me. I was filled with an anger I still can't explain. "How could you do this to me?" I yelled. "After everything I've been through you were the only one I had left to trust in. I have loved, defend and saught comfort in you. I thought you would understand me." I let go of him, his cold eyes gazed at me with a look of confusion, maybe even empathy. Tears rolled down my cheeks while I continued with a broken voice. "I believed in you, but you pushed me away. You left me with nothing. I was proud to call myself your fan, but from now on I wil hate you until I die."
I turned to walk away, when I felt a hand gripping me tightly. He turned me around and before I could say something, he kissed me. Hard. I didn't even have the time to think as he let go way too soon. "I'm sorry", he whispered with the same voice I had listened to for over a hundred times. "I'm no hero. Stop thinking I am." Then, he released me and walked away, leaving me speechless.
