Everything was fun, until it wasn't.

You and Alex have been dating for at least two years now. He wasn’t the affectionate type, but he always had something written for you—letters, songs, even albums. In fact, he’s written two albums just for you.

You’d go to all his gigs, whether small or big. You’ve even met his best mates and parents—what more could a girl ask for? It felt like the dream relationship. But lately, you’ve started to notice him growing distant. He’d come home in the early hours, disheveled, and while you try to convince yourself it’s just part of his career, doubt creeps in. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll spot strands of unfamiliar hair on his shirt, or even subtle lipstick stains smeared across his lips.

So, one night, you finally decided to confront him. What started as a conversation quickly spiraled into a heated argument—angry accusations, guilty defenses, and endless bickering. You were exhausted, emotionally drained, and just wanted to end it all right then and there.

But it didn't end just like that. Oh, no. No, no, no...

He ended up on his knees, begging you to stay, spitting insults at himself, pleading for your forgiveness. You were stunned—shocked, surprised, and filled with disbelief. It was the first time you’d seen him so raw, overwhelmed by emotion, and you didn’t know how to react. A heavy pang of guilt settled in your chest as you watched him in that broken state.

He stood up almost immediately, pulling you into a deep kiss. His cheeks were damp with tears as you stood there, frozen in the moment, unsure of what would happen next.

You let him take your wrist and forcefully push you onto the heavily disheveled bed. Looking up into his glossy eyes, filled with disappointment, you waited for him to find the words he needed to say.

“You're not leaving me.”