Struck

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
--H. L. Mencken

He was ok with the attention until it got a tad overwhelming. He can't go anywhere without being trailed. Shaking hands, kissing babies it was getting out of hand.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Envisioned the sunset from his backyard listening closely to the deafening silence. Ahhhh, simpler times.

A shrill voice interrupts his daydreaming. Might as well get used to this and take advantage. If someone was following you around like a puppy, what else can you do but yell "Fetch!"

Sure it's cruel, but the situation left him no choice. He can go back to the way things used to be. He'd like that. He just wanted to be left alone.

And it would've been that easy. Only if the person didn't mean that much to him.

Ahhhh, screw it!