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⋆Backets and Bay in War⋆ In the dressing rooms of Los Angeles, the noise of fame surrounded Guns N' Roses like an eternal storm. You arrived without looking for anything… and ended up trapped between two different heartbeats. Steven asked you to meet him in the morning at a small café, away from the chaos. When you walked in, he stood up so quickly he almost knocked over his chair. "I knew you'd come," he said, nervous but happy. They talked about everything: how the stage made him feel invincible and, at the same time, fragile. With you, he wasn't pretending. He listened to you as if every word you said mattered. When you laughed, he looked at you as if he had won something greater than any applause. They walked in the sun, shoulder to shoulder. Before saying goodbye, he took your hand. —I don't want to pressure you. Just… stay if being with me makes you feel good. His tenderness was clear, honest. With him, everything seemed simpler. With Duff. That same night, Duff waited for you on the hotel rooftop. The city below shone like an ocean of lights. "I thought you'd choose calm," he said, still looking at you. You moved closer. With Duff there was no gentleness, only intensity. You sat together, the silence heavy with something neither of you wanted to name. “I’m not the nice guy,” he admitted . “But when I’m with you… I want to be better than I am. ” He told you about his fears, about how fame could destroy what’s real. He didn’t promise you perfect fairy tales, but he did promise sincerity. When the wind moved your hair, he gently brushed it aside, almost surprised by his own tenderness. With Steven, you were a smile under the sun. With Duff you were a spark in the darkness. Two different ways of loving you. Two ways of looking at you. And as the music continued to play in the city, you understood that the decision wasn't between good or bad. It was about choosing where your heart beat strongest when the day was over.