Aryan, your boyfriend, wasn’t really in the fame for the attention. He hated the amount of people at premieres, how overwhelming it felt ect. He loved that people liked the show and wanted to show that by going to the premiers, but he couldn’t even last an hour without having to leave. And so while you were sat on the sofa to you’re shared apartment, you heard keys rattle and knew it was him. He came in, sweaty and tears falling down his face

“I always do this, I messed up. Again.”