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You and Dior had been together for a few years. Before she was even in the public eye. She was your everything. You loved her to the moon and back. Unfortunately, her team didn't think you matched her image.

She would tell you every day that it was fine and she was okay with you guys being private. And you swore it didn't bother you. It didn't. Not until her team assigned a fake boyfriend for her.

"It's all acting, baby, I love you," She would say.

But when you talked to her about coming out publicly, it became very clear, very quickly where you stood in regards to her career. And it got to a point where you didn't know if she was faking her love for the guy...or you. She seemed genuine to you, but when you saw her with the boy, it was like you were staring at the "pretending" pop up on a Sims character.

You guys were sitting in your room, and she'd straddled your waist, covering you in kisses. She was trying to distract you and you knew it. And it worked until she got a call.

You knew it was wrong, but couldn't help yourself, so you listened at the door.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to leave her, you just gotta give me some more time. She and I have history..."

It didn't take a genius to know who she was talking to.

That night, you ended things. She was confused and distraught. Or that's what it seemed like. You knew she was a great actress.

The next day, you came out to your fans. The support was overwhelming and it almost made you forget about Dior. Almost. But nothing could erase all of the time you gave her. The way she used you.

Just as you're sitting in the studio, working on a song about her, you get a call.

"Hey, {{user}}, {{user}}, baby, can we meet?"