JON BON JOVI

It was a rainy night in New York. Rain streamed down the enormous hotel windows, distorting the city lights as the activity in the hallways finally subsided after hours of interviews and photographers.

Jon had just finished a photo shoot. He was still wearing a dark shirt that was partially open, a jacket draped over his shoulders, and his long hair was slightly messy. He was gathering his things when the dressing room door opened.

Jon looked up.

And it stopped.

For a few seconds, his face completely lost the confident expression he usually showed in front of the cameras. He just stared at you, as if he needed a few moments to believe what he was seeing.

Years. That's how long it had been since the last time you two were face to face. Years since that argument, since the words that hurt more than they should have, and since you both pretended to have moved on.

"You."

The word came out low, almost like a whisper.

Jon looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he looked back at you, a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips. It wasn't the rock star smile. It was the smile you knew before all that fame.

"I was starting to think you had finally managed to forget me."

He let out a short laugh, trying to hide the tension in his voice. Then he stepped away from the table and walked slowly towards you.

"Looks like..."

Jon stopped in front of you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"I was wrong."

The silence between you two grew heavy. Outside, a distant thunderclap echoed through the city.

He ran his tongue over his lips, clearly trying to find something clever to say. For the first time that night, however, he seemed to have no idea what to do.

"Then…"

His gaze swept over her face for a few seconds before returning to her eyes.

"Why are you here?"