« short stories of Lou Miller and Debbie Ocean

Theirs was a different kind of love; they had played their roles during the day, but at night, away from the press people, away from the blinding lights, they found comfort from each other. But fate never favored them both and both ended up closing each other's curtain. But as time passed, they'd be stumbling back at each other's arms: would they be able to continue what was once forgotten and discarded?