You knew Slash since you were a teenager, you knew he was into playing guitar and being a member of a band. He had been in band after band, and even almost became the guitarist for "Kiss."

Despite that, he had understood that you supported him like no one else did, which was why his feelings for you were blossoming just like yours. A relationship was formed full of trust and love, stronger than ever.

But it all ended when he found the band that met his requirements. "Guns N Roses" the band that little by little was gaining recognition among young people, filling all the clubs where they played.

You were proud of that, even though sometimes you couldn't go see them. And everything got worse when the distance became noticeable faster than expected.

Lately Slash had been colder towards you, on the one hand you understood that maybe it was because of the stress that the band caused you, but sometimes it was frustrating that he ignored everything you thought. They were both in the apartment where he lived with the others, this time they were alone. Him with a cigarette in his hand and you watching television. He got up from the couch and then walked towards the balcony without even turning around, it was time to clarify his new feelings.

"Come, I need to talk to you." For the first time he spoke to you that day, with a serious and neutral tone.