A story of a famous artist who hides her identity from the world and then somehow becomes the music producer of BTS.
But as it turns out her identity isn't the only thing that she is hiding.
"...there are so many things you don't know about me, and...
I didn't know what love felt like until I met you, but now I know what a brokent heart feels like too.
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A/N: Hello, AGAIN, it's me the older Author, trying to fix the mistakes that young me did. So this chapter has some scenes that are a little 🔞 and also a ⚠️!trigger warning for substance abuse and self-hate!⚠️
To say that I was heartbroken was an understatement.
It felt more like my heart was ripped out of my chest and then stabbed and then ripped in to a million pieces.
That would be a more accurate statement.
I have experienced tremendous pain throughout my life, but nothing could come even close to this.
Having the one you care about the most.
The one you love the most.
The one you TRUST the most.
Having them hurt you the most, whithout them even touching you.
The pain can be unbearable. It's suffocating.
You try to breathe to calm yourself down, but every breath you take it hurts you even more.
I couldn't bear to stay there. I couldn't bear to be somewhere, where everything reminded me of him.
That's why I decided it would be the best for me to leave.
I mean he made it clear, that he didn't want to see me, so I guess I would be doing him a favor.
But what if he didn't mean what he said?
NO. I quickly shut up the voice in my head. It doesn't matter if he meant it or not. He already said it, so the damage has already been done.
Grabbing my suitcase I made my way to the airport to catch the first flight to LA.
They don't need me. They don't care about me. So why should I stay? I have no reasons to stay here.
I just...need to be alone.
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Once I arrived in LA, I quickly got a cab and went to my apartment.
Before I arrived in LA, I called a friend who owns apartments around LA, and has them for renting. I called them and asked if I could stay in one of the apartments, and to my luck there was an apartment that was still free.
It was actually the same apartment that I stayed at while I was studying here in america.
To tell the truth, I was surprised when I saw that everything looked the same as I left it.
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It was nice being in the same apartment I used to live. It was also sweet of Colin to keep everything the way I left it.
Being back here brought back happy memories, but just as quick as those happy memories appeared they also disappeared. The nostalgic feelings were quickly replaced with those of saddnes, hurt and disappointment.
