Life doesn't always work as expected. Gaga is trying to move on, but it's harder than it seems because certain blue-eyed man doesn't seem to get out of her mind. Bradley loves her more than anything, but things in the past have proven complicated. Back then, opening his heart again seemed like an impossible mission, and even more, if his relationship with Stefani was at risk. But now, it's time to talk, and the world situation might be on their side. Because what's better than spending a quarantine with the person you love most in the world.

Every single day, yeah I dig a grave Then I sit inside it, wondering if I'll behave It's a game I play, and I hate to say You're the worst thing and the best thing that's happened to me.

If in a few years you ask about a reference couple of passion and complicity, people will tell you their story. Their love was the same way a spark makes a gunpowder explode yet it burns slowly. It's the same way one momentarily seems to vanquish the most voracious appetite at the first taste of sweet honey. In their triumph die, like powder and fire, which as they kiss consume, - in one's own deliciousness, the sweetest honey is loathsome; and confounds the appetite in the taste. Could the "violent" delight of their love be met with an equally violent end? DISCLAIMER: This is a BradGa fan-fiction. It may or may not coincide with real-life events; I mean no disrespect to anybody, so read this at your own risk. I just thought it'd be nice to write something about people with such connection as B & G. Enjoy. Be kind and spread nothing but love

Every single day, yeah I dig a grave Then I sit inside it, wondering if I'll behave It's a game I play, and I hate to say You're the worst thing and the best thing that's happened to me