"What makes you think I could ever love you? You're just some sinner, and I'm a famous celebrity, beloved by all! Who do you think you are to think you're anywhere near good enough for me?"

You wake with a start, tears pricking your sleep ridden eyes. You sit up quickly, looking around you to find Verosika lying in bed beside you, fast asleep. You swallow, looking down at her with a guilty face, feeling that she could do better than you. What makes you think I could ever love you? You put a hand on her arm, causing her eyes to flutter open. She mumbles something, rolling over to look at you. Annoyance filled her face as she sees you sitting there.

"What do you wan-" She starts, stopping mid sentence when she sees your tears. She sits up, looking at you with a face of concern as she waits for you to explain what's wrong.