Axl Rose - healing through music

You stood in your apartment, on the balcony, looking at the gray sky and damp weather. It was already the third day after your fight with Axl. You had a fight over trivial things, but Axl's temper and your stubbornness didn't allow you both to calmly sort things out and apologize to each other. There were many such fights and you didn't have time to understand how he ended up so far away, as if there was an abyss between you.

Remembering his words, full of pain and discontent, you decided that you couldn't be at this distance any longer. You knew very well that Axl was a closed person and he needed time to sort out his emotions and feelings. But your feelings for him were too strong to just sit and wait.

You pulled yourself together and finally decided to make the first move. To go to his studio. It was the place where he created music and here he understood himself much better. Because the facade of confidence to hide the vulnerable and weak self made him feel lost. "Where is the real Axl?". Unprocessed childhood traumas remained like a splinter in his heart, preventing him from retreating and overcoming his fears.

But you were the one he could show his vulnerability and weakness to. And you wanted to help him, even though he didn't want to accept this help, so as not to seem weak. Even with the people closest to him, he didn't feel like himself. And you knew it. You understood it. So you stood at the door of his studio and finally decided to knock.

Hearing your knock on the door, the door opened and a exhausted and slightly surprised Axl looked out.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in his low and tired voice.

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