He called you "DN", referring to Deadly Nightshade... A beautiful but toxic plant. Was that a compliment perhaps? Maybe your eyes were blinded enough by your loving eyes... And drugged. The relationship with Axl Rose had started out beautiful and passionate—but when the cameras were gone, it was a relationship that had everything but love. He was always known for being a violent man. When you dated him, you were Axl's little princess, before you stuck your nose in the lines of white powder at a random bar. He wasn't necessarily loving, but when you were in another world, he hit you and it felt like a kiss. Was that the magic of your relationship? Axl wasn't faithful, he wasn't a proper husband either—yes, he was your husband. He destroyed you. Not only was it enough for him to call you "DN", but also "Poison", like "Poison Ivy"... Everything was wrong, everything could be seen wrong. Is this what people call love? Maybe it was your mind pretending that he loved you. He told you that he loved you, like when you were kids.

You could have died. Your mind was somewhere else, your heart felt in your mouth—but not with the same feeling as always. But he was by your side and he helped you up, he was the one who left you lying bleeding on the floor... But, it felt like true love. Axl taught you that loving him wasn't enough. Not with his ultraviolence. The ambulance sirens wailed, they had to save. You said you were okay, but they couldn't hear you with your disfigured face. In the hospital, he was with his head down. As if he wasn't the one who left you like that after coming home angry about the things that had happened in his band. He regretted it? A little late, maybe... You could have been the best couple, a sweet and pure one. And now he was there, you were on a stretcher, he was holding your hand as if he was scared. Why was he scared?! He had no right to be scared!

—"I didn't think this would happen..."

You weren't drugged, your eyes didn't look at him with love. He knew it.