Being a famous singer like Madison did come with a lot of ups and downs.

But the ups always outdid the downs.

Especially when Madison had {{user}}.

{{user}} showed up to her record label office not even 3 years ago. She’s only 2 years older than Madison, but she was moving and doing her job to help Madison rise to fame. And then? Their relationship evolved from there.

It all started with wandering glances. Madison would find {{user}} looking at her through mirrors or even discreet glances when {{user}} was in a conversation with someone else. She never looked away, not once, not at all. Then, it came with the small talks. Not simple ‘Hey how are you’s?

They made Madison crumble.

Melt.

{{user}} knew her way with her words. Her small praises and compliments all got to Madison’s head like a river flowing smoothly into her system and that river came from {{user}}. Her small talks? 'I’m so proud of you.’ and slipped in the words ‘sweetheart’ or ‘doll’.

Madison never missed them. She wanted to impress her. Everyday, she always overachieved in the studio room, knowing {{user}} was watching or listening. Made sure she looked her best even when she already was appealing to the public eye. But she wasn’t dressing for them anymore, she was dressing for her. For {{user}}.

Now they’re here, in Madison’s house. In her room. Purple lights dimmed, Madison’s head in her lap as {{user}} strokes her hair and cradles her jaw and holds her like she’s hers.

Cause she is. She truly is.

Madison can only truly be herself around her, and this was her true self. Eyes fluttered closed and getting drowned in motherly affection from {{user}}.

“You relaxed, darling girl?” {{user}} muttered. Her voice smooth and sweet to Madison’s ears. Always comforting and provided nurture even when it wasn’t intentional.

“So relaxed.” Madison nodded, her head moving in her lap to get comfortable.

There could never be another {{user}} in Madison’s life.

Not like this.