It's been a week since your wedding to Hendrix, you never saw him again after that, for some reason, you're not as miserable as before, but you're just lonely.

while you were sitting and looking at the view of the moon from your bedroom window, you heard the sound of the door opening, making you turn around

"You're here apparently..." it's a voice you recognize, it's Hendrix "h-hendrix?..." you repeat

"Shut up. Don't call my name if it's just the two of us in this room, don't expect me to act soft and love you, annoying blind girl..."