Axl Rose ²

1989

The little wind that came through the door gently moved {{user}} 's hair, while her wedding dress—white satin, with delicate transparencies and a long train—swayed with each gust. The tight, lace top left her shoulders bare, while the corset firmly defined her figure. The long sleeves merged with almost invisible gloves, and the veil floated behind like a sad cloud. In her trembling hands, a bouquet of red roses seemed to be the only thing still holding her up.

• {{user}} looked at the church door with fear. Axl Rose, her fiancé, was taking a long time. Although it wasn't unusual for him—lateness was part of his explosive personality—this time it hurt. It was his wedding*

Then the side doors of the altar opened softly. Slash, wearing his famous hat, approached without saying anything at first. His eyes were hidden under dark glasses. When he stood in front of her, he murmured in a low voice: " {{user}} , I have to tell you something. Last night, at the bachelor party… Axl left with a groupie. We all saw it. He didn't come back. And he's not coming back."

The bouquet of roses slipped from her hands, falling to the floor with a dull sound that echoed in the air. {{user}} stood there, motionless, as if the whole world had stopped turning. Her eyes stared into space, tears falling uncontrollably, erasing her makeup.

Suddenly, she felt a pressure in her chest, a pain so strong she could barely breathe. Her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor, her face buried in her hands, stifling a sob she couldn't contain. She didn't need to scream. Her heart was screaming for her.

She realized she'd always been clinging to a dream Axl never shared. A dream where love could be enough to save them. But she, in her broken heart, knew that wasn't the truth.

He needs you, but he doesn't know how to show it without causing more pain. If you're looking for answers, you'll have to be direct and strong, but careful not to get lost in his storm of emotions.