An Unreachable Star

"Emily's POV"

My alarm clock went off, i slowly got up and dismissed it, then stretched in my bed to get the blood flowing.

I grabbed my phone under the pillow to see the time, my eyes widened, fuck it's already 11:30 A.M, I'm late for all the errands I have to meet.

"MOM!! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?!" I shouted, hurriedly fixing my bed.

"It's still early!" she shouted back from the kitchen, "just hurry up!"

"EARLY?!" I exclaimed, "UGHHH!!!"

I approached my wardrobe, picking out the clothes I'll wear for today, I'm on a hurry so I decided to skip a shower and do it once I arrive at the dormitory.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, also skipping breakfast for today, getting slim and unhealthy... oh well.

I then grabbed a pair of shoes, sat on my bed putting it on, tying it up, mom then knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I said, walking towards my closet to close it and grabbed my luggage sitting in the corner.

"Are you ready honey?" She asked, leaning on the doorframe. "Your Dad has flew back to Singapore."

"Yeah, I heard him left." I replied as I left the room, going downstairs. "When is he coming back?"

"He didn't say anything," she said, "but I'm certain that he'll call us."

I nodded then opened the front door, "I'll be going now." I replied, hugging her.

She hugged me back and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Love you honey," she reminded, "Take care of yourself."

"I will, love you too mom." I replied, turning away from her, approaching my car.

I load up the car with my luggage, then I got inside, started the engine, before I drove off toward the main gate, I glanced at the house in front of ours, it's Franco's.

His mother is cleaning their front porch, he is usually with her helping, but this time he is not home, well he rarely comes home.

I miss his outgoing personality, just basically everything about him, but suddenly he just changed completely and it hurts cause you never get a warning if changes happen, you are there trying to see what went wrong.

That feeling when you want to talk to your favorite person, but you end up not doing it cause you think you're a disturbance and it hurts you in so many ways that you did not expect, and then you break down.

It sucks, I know.

I connected my phone to the car stereo and played my favorite song, entitled "If You Met Me First", it's a good song, the singer has not revealed himself, it's been 2 years. I wonder what he's been doing over the past 2 years, does he have any more plans for his career? Maybe, maybe not.

As I drove out of the village, the song itself brought back so much thoughts, and it felt like I was drowning.

What do I have to do just to make him love me? Am I not enough? Do I have to change?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've done everything to make myself better but he still can't see me.

I'm there, always there.

I'm right in front of him, doing the best I can to be noticed by him, I've given my all.

However, he's now looking at the big crowd that loves and adores him very much.

The crowd who has been cheering on him since he got famous, but he instantly forgot me when he got what he wanted.

I was there first, I stood by his side when no one believed in him and his talent, I always encouraged him that he can reach the top, the stars.

When he reached the top, he never took me with him, he left me at the bottom and now I just look up to him, like the stars, wondering if I can ever reach him.

I was once his big crowd, now I stand alone.

I'm still his ladder, waiting for him to come down and thank me.