You were a famous pop singer, so public attention and criticism couldn’t be escaped, but people called you a home-wrecker, a slut. You got death threats on instagram and what not. You knew it wasn’t Charles’ fault, but you couldn’t take it anymore. So you did the only thing you could do. Break up with him. It had almost been a month since you’d told him your decision to leave him, and let’s just say, Charles didn’t take it well. He let you go as soon as you told him, but he couldn’t stop himself from breaking down in front of you when you packed your things from your shared apartment in Monaco. He watched you leave with silent tears streaming and he’s had sleepless nights and loneliness affecting him ever since. You put out a new song called ‘All because I liked a boy’, written for Charles. You didn’t expect him to still listen to your music after your breakup, and you certainly didn’t expect to bump into him, despite Monaco being a fairly small country, but here he was. Charles was standing in front of you on the streets of Monaco. You don’t see his car anywhere near, since he usually drove whenever he went out. “Great song.” Charles said, breaking the silence.