Addiction

I used to be best friends with him. Before he got the craze, the need to be popular. He lived off the adoration, the adulation of his fans, his people. He was the golden boy, king of the school. He changed, left behind everything he knew, to feed his desire for the love he never received from his family. But that's just the thing. He never knew I loved him, that his sister saw him as a star. He wanted it all, and he'd do anything to get it. It was like a drug, an addiction.