It Started With A Rose

1- Hello everyone, I'm Abby

They gave me a rose.

Why did they give me a rose?

What should I do with the rose?

I pushed all my thoughts aside so I could keep enjoying the concert.

I felt happy. So damn happy.

It has been so long since I felt this way. So long.

As my thoughts kept running around in my mind my tears kept running down my face.

Stop thinking, enjoy the show, it was your dream since forever, enjoy it.

"Wohu!!" I cheered, screamed, jumped up and down, I'm finally feeling... free.

Hello everyone, I'm Abby. I'm 10 years old, and I have nothing. Absolutely nothing, except myself.

So, where am I? What am I doing?

I'm surviving, and I've used all of my money to buy a ticket to see Camila Cabello's show in a different country.

Stupid move you say? Spending all my money on tickets?

Well...

you're probably right... but I know that it's the only thing that could make me feel happy again.

You see, Camila Cabello's existence is the only thing that kept me alive. I love her so much, I love her as a person and as a singer.

It's the last song, and I know that from the second my eyes won't see that beautiful human being, the tears will fall and the sadness will crawl back into my life.

But, you know, at least I have a few more minutes.

And so a few more minutes turned into seconds as Camila Cabello stepped off the stage.

And that's pretty much it. I'm left here looking intently at the rose. That's what's left for me. A rose...

Walking by myself in my old big coat and my old dirty dress, a guy with a black shirt came up to me.

"You got the rose? Congratulations! Camila is in her dressing room. First door on the left, hurry up before we close the doors." He said and walked to the next guy with a rose.

I did what he said. After all, it's not like I have something better to do anyways.

Walking to the dressing room there were a lot of people in different ages.

"What am I doing here?" I found myself whispering. I haven't talked to a people my age in a long, long time. Or to people that are older then me... I think I kinda have an anxiety just from talking at all...

"You got a rose! I know, it's unbelievable! I feel ya girl" a guy -who looks older then me in five or so years- winked.

"What does it mean to get a rose?" I wondered out loud.

"What? Don't you have social media? have you been living under a rock?" He asks sarcastically.

"Both" I laughed.

"You don't have social media?!" Everyone yelled at me and opened their eyes wider then I thought was humanly possible.

"Umm... not really." I shrugged. I'm too embarrassed to say I don't even know what social media is...

"I think that's cool. Social media is overrated anyway." A very familiar voice from behind me giggled.

I turned around to find Camila Cabello, the reason I'm still alive, standing at the door, smiling widely at me.