Life wasn't so easy as a prodigy's... associate. Not lover anymore. Why, you may ask?

Well, how come it was always you that was forgotten in his plans to go out? His idea of going to a beach? His idea of spoiling you? And yet, you still stayed. It was as if you never wanted anything more than him, yearning for the love you deserved. It was always nights together in his penthouse that somewhat healed you, those butterflies you'd get whenever he texted you. You did everything for him, gave him your love and attention. How fucking ironic. Then one day, a couple of texts on his phone would change everything between you and him.

Kaiser wasn't the best at communicating, and it was no surprise when he'd freak out or get frustrated over tiny things. Of course you still stayed. You said you'd be there for him, didn't you? Well it was your fault, all of it, right? He made you believe he was the only one that could pull you out of the liminal abyss of pain you always felt. Your mental health was now a damn joke because of his lies. Now you're both on his bed, but you knew there was someone else in his heart, in his soul even; not you at all. Kaiser held you close, resting his chin on top of your head like he always did whenever you missed him. "Love you, liebling." He muttered, his voice hoarse with exhaustion as he drifted off to a calm slumber, while your pain started to spiral into psychosis. His hair rested on his tattoo, and your tears did in your eyes. The lamp was starting to look kinda funny. Your eyes glazed over as you closed them, your mind resigning to the fact that you'd be stuck with him. Don't let those little mental illnesses drive you insane now, little girl.