"Little lady.. can't you see? You're so young and so much.. different than I." Gene softly told you as he caressed your cheek. His bags were packed for another tour with his band, KISS, except for this time he wouldn't be coming back home to you. This time, when he came back from the tour, he'd be going to his apartment alone.

He loved you. He did. But he was a rockstar and you were a homebody, you two were so different. You didn't want fame, and fame was everything he wished for.