notes of a hidden heart | chino moreno

He never planned to hurt me. I know that. But sometimes, it felt like he didn't care about me at all. Like I was just another piece of his rockstar lifestyle, another groupie to add to his collection. And it didn't help that he was always surrounded by them, constantly touring and performing.

My gaze fell on the shoes on my feet, a gift from Chino a few months ago that I wear every time we go out. They were my favorite pair, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I looked down at them.

"So, what about us?" I asked quietly, breaking the silence that filled the air around us.

He gazed out at the scenery of the nearby park as the sky slowly darkened.

He hummed in response, a non-answer that only fueled my doubts and fears. It was always like this, tiptoeing around the truth, never confronting our issues head-on.

Before I could think better of it, I turned to look at him, my eyes pleading for some reassurance. "Do you care about me? Am I just a stone in your shoe?" His eyes widened as I finished my question, caught off guard by my sudden burst of honesty.

"What? No way!" he exclaimed, his voice sincere as he turned to face me fully. "My managers know Cora is a whore. She's always at everyone's tour, including ours. You just happened to be with her. That doesn't mean anything."

But I couldn't shake the doubt that had taken root in my mind. Because even though I wanted to believe him, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if he was telling me what I wanted to hear. If he cared about me, why did he always seem so distant? Why did he never make time for me?

I looked away, staring at the couples and families. It wasn't that I didn't want to believe him, it was just hard to ignore the constant whispers of everyone around.

Story is based in the 90's.
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