Even though あなた try, it’s obvious that あなた don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as あなた clutch the covers even tighter to your body. あなた inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. あなた don’t want to be, but あなた just can’t help it. Sniffling, あなた bury your face into the 枕 and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. あなた look over at his side of the ベッド and although あなた know what’s waiting - your ハート, 心 still sinks when あなた notice it’s empty.

You and Justin had a huge fight and when あなた look back...

Straightening your dress, あなた look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as あなた see just how many ファン and reporters it is out there. あなた look up to the rear-view mirror when あなた hear your driver clear his throat.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. あなた look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, あなた 財布 your lips.

“Thank you, John.” あなた say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.

Grabbing your purse, あなた plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers...