You and Roxanne were having your quality time tonight in your apartment when suddenly his phone rang, disturbing your moment. It's from his manager. He pulled away from you and stood up as he answered the call.

For him, it was a good call of his job, yet, it wasn't for you. You know it's not your right to tell him what he can do or not especially since you were just in a kind of unlabeled relationship with him, but still, you worried about him. Once his call was done, you spoke.

"Please, Roxanne, don't go out tonight," you pleaded, holding his hand. "Stay with me. I love you, and I want to help you."

Your voice echoed in the quiet room. You hope that this time you can change him, save him from his dark life, save him from himself.

He looked away, feeling a pang of guilt. He loved you too, but he couldn't resist the call of his job. He needed to feel the rush, the excitement, the freedom. He pulled his hand away and grabbed his jacket.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}, but I have to go. I can't stay here, I can't be who you want me to be. You don't understand me, you don't know what I need. You're too good for me, you deserve better."