Always.

Always, thats what they say. Always there, always listening, always cheering you on.
Until they aren't. Until you do something great, they fall silent.
You pour your time, heart and soul into something and are met by silence.
Because people don't feel the need to compliment you from that point onwards. You've left their sphere of interest, and must contend with lights brighter than your own, sucking attention unto themselves, stealing it, smothering your creative spark.

Until there's nothing left but ash and smoke.
A burnt out pile of love and hope.

Until one day.

The characters you make flicker out of existance.
My companion. My beloved Mia. Is nothing more than a dream unrealized.