The concert was over. 
 

   Every last crying fan, every army bomb, every scream and cheer had left the stadium. 
 

   And yet I lingered.
 

   I don't know how I hadn't been thrown out by a security guard by then. 
 

   I just needed a moment.
 

   Just a short while before, he had been on that stage. 
 

   He stood there, with his own two feet. 
 

   He sang his heart out.
 

   It was beautiful.
 

   He definetly didn't disappoint, as it was my first ever concert with them.
 

   His smile was just the way I remembered it. 
 

   Screens don't do true beauty justice.
 

   He was a glowing star that night. 
 

   His smile was genuine.
 

   But nothing compared to the moment our eyes met.
 

   Looking into his brown, deep, glossy orbs was like coming home after a long journey.
 

   "Where the weary found their rest".
 

   He almost looked relieved. As though he had been looking for me. 
 

   Impossible, I know.
 

   His eyes just lit up, though...

   Like he found something he had been tirelessly searching for. 
 

   Magic Shop had started to play, and when the prechorus began, a few tears made their way down his cheeks as he hopped off the stage, to stand infront of the barricade dividing him from the ocean of fans. 
 

   He walked right up to me. 
 

   The girls around me screamed his name, but I couldn't say a word. 
 

   No sound passed my lips.
 

   The world could have burned around me, and I wouldn't have noticed. 
 

   He took my hand so gently in his and sang the prechorus without the mic. 

   He sang softly and quietly, His voice just loud enough above the roar of the fans for me to hear. 
 

   "Days when you hate that you’re you
 

   Days when you wanna disappear

   Let’s make a door in your heart

   If you open that door and go inside

   This place will be waiting for you

   It’s ok to believe, it’ll comfort you, this Magic Shop"
 

   I felt the tears well up in my eyes, and the emotion in my chest.
 

   He doesn't know me. It's just fanservice. I am a nobody...

   His eyes were glossy from the unshed tears, and I didn't realize how hard I was crying until his hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb gently swiping at the salty drops.
 

   Our eyes were locked.
 

   His holding a tender look, mine most likely mirroring his. 
 

   At some point, another member came by to collect him so they could bow as a group, and exit the stage. 
 

   He looked at me once more before climbing back onstage, this time his eyes holding a tint of a feeling I knew too well. 
 

   Uncertainty. 
 

   The abyss of unknown knowlege. Quite an ironic meaning, huh?
 

   I gave a small smile to the man of my (literal) dreams.
 

   He half smiled back before being dragged to center stage. 
 

   And before I knew what was happening, he was gone. 
 

   I probably wouldn't ever see him again. 
 

   I stood there with my heart hammering against my chest, mouth hanging open just the slightest bit.
 

   Eventually, I stood there alone. 
 

   The lights were off, except for two or three on the back side of the stage, and the smaller bulbs lining the edge of the stage. 
 

   I slowly looked around me, at the arena