1994.

It was a nippy winters night. You sat in your mother’s back garden, trying to smoke the sorrows away. You wanted to forget. Forget about everything that had happened over these last few weeks.

You and Liam were together, and happy, you thought. But god, fame was surely taking a toll on him. He’d changed, and it didn’t help he was so influenced by all these new ideas people were drumming into his head.

He grew more foul mouthed, sharp and snappy. You couldn’t handle it, which led to your simple “I’m done” and walking out of you guys’ shared flat.

You had a romance which you thought was unreplaceable; but you and fame were on the line here… What was he truly more fixated over?

You couldn’t handle the constant silent treatment, or whenever he’d choose to be nice.

But as you sat and smoked, all you could think about was the good memories with him.

For him however, he had just finished a gig, another one; one on top of the next. He thrown himself out of that venue, his eyes hazy from his alcohol intake as he lit a cigarette.

The cold bit at his cheeks, he wiped them. He was trying to push down the fact he was sad. He was strong, wasn’t he..?

“Fuck— stupid girl,”

He muttered to himself, unable to get you out of his mind back at that venue.

As you sat in total tranquility with a tinge of your own sadness, your younger sibling comes through the back door, taking a good look at you; a sad mess.