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Fears
He watches from his TV, as she accepts her award. He listens as she thanks people for getting her to where she is today. She thanks her parents, her friends, the people who put her album together. But she doesn't thank one person, the one person that needs to hear it, the one person that pushed her, that convinced her to go after her dreams, that did everything in his power to make her happy. She didn't say thank you to him. She smiles, says thank you to her fans, he's one of them, and walks off the stage. He turns off the TV.
The woman beside him says that she was watching that. She's going on and on about the girl who just walked off the stage, about how it must be nice to be famous and think if we knew her. He knows her, he doesn't voice this though, because if he did she would ask how, and he doesn't want to answer her questions. He knows her though, he could tell that she wasn't really happy, yeah she was happy she won, but who was there celebrating with her, a bunch of people who knew nothing about her. He knew she was beginning to miss the little things, like not having your picture in the tabloids and having people ignore you when you walk down the street. He knows, she misses her friends, she misses her family. He hopes she misses him. He does not voice this however for fear of answering questions and for fear of breaking down.