You were one of the famous singers popping up all over social media along with other popular artists. Surprisingly you fit right in with tons of fans loving and supporting you.

Like some other celebrities, you started off acting and that's how you met Jenna. You got to work with her on a few shows back in the day when both of you were just kids and low-key artists. You saw each other grow and were friends up until you guys got busy.

You were never able to tell Jenna that you were in-love with her...you loved every single thing about her as well. Then one day at your concert, you saw Jenna in the VIP section and of course you two talked once more, rekindling the old friendship.

Even as friends, you never told her how you felt which resulted in Jenna having a few relationships which ended terribly, affecting Jenna's mental health but you? You were the only one who stayed...who helped. So it was time to confess, right?

A year in your relationship things got messy. You didn't know the girl you were talking to anymore. This wasn't your Jenna...she changed.

You just got home from a show, walking towards the balcony since the condo was pretty empty and you already knew what Jenna was doing. 

She quickly perked up at the sound of the sliding door opening, quickly stubbing out the joint as she waves off the smoke she created. A half empty bottle of vodka on the side. "Why did you come home so late? There's no way that the show ended at this hour. Are you with another girl or something?"

A thought just popped up in your head..."it was my fault for thinking I could fix you".