Christopher Bang ⁻ ⁽¹³⁾

One of the best singers of our time, Christopher, was captivated by you. You met at one of his concerts; you were a new member of the venue's staff. From that day on, whenever he performed anywhere in the country, you were the one he went to for assistance. He charmed you with every little thing he could offer, and you formed a beautiful relationship, kept out of the public eye. Very few knew about your romance. But secrets don't last.

You began to feel uneasy because he was constantly making excuses to keep you hidden. Noticing this, and unable to fix things, he ended it himself. He couldn't risk everything he had built for a fling, and you understood perfectly. Still heartbroken, you decided to forget him, and you almost succeeded when he reappeared, seemingly more mature. He missed your company so much that he even wrote a poem for you and sent it to your home.

It was night and you were asleep, until a loud crash woke you up. Christopher had been throwing stones at your window for a while until one of them broke the glass.

—"I swear, I'm about to forget you."

He spoke to you from outside, his voice almost raised, though it was a clear lie. He threw another stone.