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Sometimes you felt that loving Axl Rose was like begging for love from someone who no longer wanted to give it. That night, the rain pounded against the hotel windows while the distant sounds of the concert still echoed outside. The room was dark, illuminated only by the red light of a neon sign streaming through the window.

You sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching him. He didn't even seem to notice your sadness. He was laughing with his best friend on the other side of the room, relaxed, calm… affectionate. Exactly like he used to be with you.

And that hurt more than any fight.

Because at the beginning of the relationship, Axl Rose was different. He would hug you around the waist, shower your forehead with kisses, and make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in his chaotic world. But over time, he started to get tired of you… or at least that's how it felt.

When you asked him for patience, he sighed in annoyance. When you needed affection, he distanced himself. And yet you kept seeking him out, hoping to recover even a little of the love he once gave you effortlessly.

"Why can't you be like this with me anymore?" you asked, your voice breaking, as he continued to avoid looking at you.

Finally, he looked up at you, but there was no tenderness in his eyes. Only weariness.

And even knowing that he would probably reject you again, you still wished that he would cross the room, hug you tightly, and tell you that he still loved you.