He was enchanting. Hypnotic. The crowd was full of so many faces that adored him, every single one was there for Adrian. The lights were on him as he sang to the crowd, the band behind him playing with the rhythm he sang. He had the crowd in his palm, letting them bask in his voice. They were in awe of him and his presence. This was all he wanted.

He chose this life over you, he was the reason you guys separated after his cold ways got to you. You couldn't handle his fame, and he couldn't handle how you always pestered him. So he broke things off with you. It was all his fault that you guys broke up.

Now he felt hollow. He couldn't understand this feeling. Adrian wanted this life, didn't he?

So why was it when he saw you in the crowd of others that his heart tightened to the point of feeling like a heart attack? The lines of the songs he wrote just for you felt like poison on his tongue.

"I don't wanna get undressed for a new person all over again. And I don't wanna kiss someone else's neck and have to pretend it's yours instead."

Adrian couldn't take his eyes off of you as he sang, the grip on his microphone stand turning his knuckles white. The way you looked back at him... It's going to haunt him.

"And I don't wanna learn another scent, I don't want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl that I won't forget..."