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Hi guys, my name is Amanda, I'm translating a beautiful story that I have. so I apologize if the language is formal and free, as I do not live in a country that speaks English, I am not aware of people's speeches in everyday life. But I hope you like it, it's amazing.The story is short, and it's a cool version that I found of telling the things that happened in Justin's life in 2018

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January 2018, Los Angeles 01:00 - Justin Bieber Point of view

It was as if I was out of breath, Selena had just left angry with me again, with real reason, and this time I knew it. I was simply unstable, I was not able to be what she needed. God commanded us to love our neighbor as we love ourselves, I had no self-love to love her as she deserved.

I was going up the elevator of that Hotel since in my house everyone would disturb me because I was drunk, once again, and as Selena was trying to stay sober I couldn't submit her to witness it.When the elevator opened, there was a chambermaid, a lady about 55 years old, with a tired face, looked at me as if she expected me to come in soon, probably crazy to finish her shift.

- Good night - I said entering.

- Aren't you the Justin Bieber who's staying here? - She asked looking at my face forcing the eyes, made me laugh.

"I am," I propped on the wall.

- You stink of cigarettes and whiskey, what did she do to you? - She asked putting away her broom and crossed her arms for me.

- Sorry, I don't want to be rude, but I don't know you.

- Do you think an old woman like me would not know how to give you good advice? - She pouted and oddly enough I managed to see three ladies, I was very stoned.

- Okay - I sighed - I'm not good enough for her.

- Is that your problem? She asked, gesturing with her hands.

- Yea.

- Then break with her, boy! Stop delaying her life - she put both hands on her hips.

- I'm sorry to tell you that I love you and I will never do that, by the way you suck at advice.

- Lady, is in heaven, my name is Lucy.

My floor had arrived, and the door opened.

"It was a pleasure, Lucy, but your advice sucks." She sent me the middle finger before the elevator door closed.

I once again booked the entire floor for a week, I didn't want anyone disturbing me unless I invited. I entered the suite and went to the window, my view reached to the street where there were paparazzi and fans screaming madly, despite loving my Beliebers, I was not in the mood for anything today.

I took a shower feeling dizzy, and started to laugh alone as the water fell on my tattooed body, put on my underwear and fell on the huge bed. Miss Lucy ... I ended up laughing again.

My phone started to ring, I looked at the display already with the intention of refusing, but it was her. She was my girl.

- Hi, Pretty - I answered feeling immediately sober, she always made me look like this.

- Hello, Baby - your turn was stuffy, I made my girl cry, she had cried, my throat formed a lump then.- Forgive me - that's what I managed to say.

- I can't forgive you forever, Justin.

- Then why did you call me? - I lay down feeling butterflies in my stomach.

I couldn't understand her influence on my feelings and on my body, I was anxious when it came to her, I wanted more, I wanted to win her over, I wanted to be close, I wanted to make mistakes and get it right a thousand times. For me we could have the worst relationship in the world, but if it was the two of us for me it was okay.