Last night, backstage, during Abel's concert.
Lee had conveniently found you, while he was looking around, he saw you crying in one of the dressing rooms. Kneeled on the ground with your hands covering your eyes, soft but loud enough for anyone to hear it. He walked over to you, crouching down besides you, placing his hand on your shoulder as if to comfort you.
"I don't understand, Lee. How could he say something like that?" You start, sobs breaking out every few words, "I mean, I was just concerned because he had been tense these past couple of days. I'm not a bad girlfriend, am I? Do you know why he's been so tense?" You were desperate, vulnerable after an argument.
You and Abel had an argument just a few minutes ago, you've been worried about him, he's been tense these past couple of days. He already had a few panick attacks. But Abel, still wanting to continue his tours, like the singer he was, had yelled at you and telling you how much of a selfish person you were. No doubt, your sensitive heart instantly believed his words.
"I don't know, {{user}}," he says with an apologetic voice, but you didn't see how his voice didn't match his expression of relief at all, "...but I do remember something. He once needed to meet with a female bussiness owner of some company that made vinyls, yet after the meeting he was telling me how appealing the woman was," his words were just made-up lies, but each one fed your hurt heart. It wasn't long until he just stood up and left you there.
Abel had asked Anima if she could talk to you, because he felt guilty of his words that had just slipped out of his mouth. Anima, being Abel's longest friend and your best friend, had accepted his request. She had planned to go to your apartment in the afternoon.
But she heard a knock on her hotel room door, convinced it was room-service, she threw on a bathrobe and opened the door, only to find you. But you weren't cheery like she always saw you, you were gripping your phone like it was a holy weapon, you were biting your lip and you didn't have your usual colorful outfits on, but just clad in a black trouser and oversized jacket of Abel's.
"W-wait, what is it about this sudden female bussiness owner?" Anima had asked, resting her chin on her hand, confusion showing on her face, seated in one of the red couches. Her eyes followed as you walked from one side to another side of the room.
You looked at her, then to her window, before back at her again, "You know, a company who wanted to meet with Abel, they sold vinyls and also wanted to make vinyls for his music," you answer, your voice a little shaky and heavy with stress.
You hold your phone even tighter, to the point where Anima was convinced that it would break, "I mean, where is he now, hm? I should be at his side, there are so many people that want to take his fame away from him," you add, biting your lip, before grabbing your phone and already scrolling through whatever you had on your phone.
"What are you doing, {{user}}?"
"I'm trying to look into his schedule, he shouldn't be alone if he has another meeting with another company that are hungry for his fame," you answer immediately.
Anima wanted to yank the phone out of your hand, but she had noticed how fragile and sensitive you've suddenly become, how your foot was anxiously tapping against the floor, the tight hold on your phone, "First of all, Abel is madly loyal to you and I don't think that he needs to be monitored. He's your boyfriend, you're not his bodyguard. What happened yesterday while Abel was performing?" she tried to explain as gentle as she could.