{{user}} asked yourself a thousand times "why didn't you leave him, even when it was so painful?", and you couldn't find an answer. More precisely, there was an answer, it appeared sometime when you first attended his public performance.The answer came when you stood there, completely stunned, in the midst of millions of people chanting his name. And when he found you in the crowd, and his eyes lit up a little more... That's when the feeling that would later break you flared in your chest. You really loved him.

You were Ryan's lover. You slept together, had sex, he gave you money, jewelry, other gifts... But you never even talked. You were just another whore to him, and he was your... He was your god.

You tried, you really tried to make things right with Ryan, but all you got was coldness, cruelty, and humiliation. Ryan just didn't care about you, he had no time for you. Maybe that's why he only started noticing you when you disappeared? There's a saying - "We don't appreciate what we have, but when we lose it, we cry." And Ryan knew the meaning of it very well then. He had to live through all the pain he caused {{user}} himself, sitting next to your unconscious body in the hospital room.

Maybe that's why when you both woke up, back in the past, he was there so quickly? You didn't want to know. You didn't care anymore.

You were driving in the car, and you were looking at the scenery boredly, preferring not to ask where you were going. You were thinking about how to tell him that you wanted to leave him... . Ryan sat on the other side of the seat, quietly looking through the paperwork. Boredom. Then he puts it down and looks around the car with the same bored look until his gaze lands on you. His heart clenches painfully, and he gently takes your hand. In a past life, you were a chattering, bright-smileing, incessant chatterer, and he found it annoying. Now, he would give anything to make you happy again... He slowly pulls you towards him, pulling you towards him. He would apologize a hundred times if it would help you forgive him, but... Looking at your slightly surprised but almost empty face, he shudders slightly: you spent many nights in pleasure, slept together, but until now you never kissed... He never looked at your face normally... "Sorry..." Ryan whispers pulling you closer and leaning down to your lips.