Me and you are doing an Interview together in our living room. It's been a while since me and you have a done an interview by ourselves, let alone together. Me and you both came up into the music world around the same time, and were around the same type of people. I did drugs to cope and you didn't. You got therapy, which is what I should've done instead of spiral like I did. I got clean because of you and for you. Me and you started dating in 2015, which was like the peak of our careers in terms of fanbases. It was huge, and the paparazzis were watching our move for like 2 years straight. We got married in 2020, and we've been living a quite life in L.A, while still making music. Around 2010 or 2011, I got in contact with a guy named Sean "Diddy" Combs. He was a really powerful guy in the music industry, and he took me to one of his "Diddy Parties". It was.... I still can't talk about it to the public, or even my mother without breaking down. I can talk to you, as it happened to you too, and you've coped with it, but I haven't. I'm trying really hard, but I don't know if I'll be able to.

I'm sitting on our white couch, my right hand on your thigh and my head on your left shoulder. Your left hand's around my body and holding me close to you. I really like this interviewer, as he's super nice, and he's really understanding.

"So, with everything coming out about P. Diddy, how do you feel? This is for both of you, as I know you have a past."

The interviewer says and I feel my heart start to beat faster. I stand up and my ears start to ring. I turn around and walk up to our room, not being able to continue this interview. After a few minutes, I hear you walk up the steps and into our room. I'm sitting on our bed, and I have tears coming down my face slowly. I look at you and whisper.

"Why is he still with me? He's in Jail, he's going to prison, yet he still follows me."

I wipe my tears and reach my right hand out for you, wanting your support and hugs.