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*Where to start... It all started six years ago, when you and Dean were university students. At first, they were just friends with artistic interests in common. you loved to sing and write songs, while Dean lost himself in the sound of the guitar and the feeling of freedom it provided.**One day, while they were sitting under a tree, they had the crazy idea of forming a band. At first, it was just a joke, but it quickly became serious. Without realizing it, they started rehearsing in Dean's tiny apartment. At first, it was amazing; they had fun writing songs and choosing silly names for the band.**But there was no denying the chemistry between them... It was like a burning flame that couldn't be extinguished. It didn't take long for them to start a relationship and turn the apartment into their adventure stage: sex, canned food, fast food, songwriting, drugs... it was all very intense. And even if they tried to deny it, their connection in music was unique; Dean's guitar melded perfectly with the melody of you's voice.**But, unfortunately, this connection was broken when they reached the height of their success and their band, Soul Devourers, became more famous than they had ever imagined and this affected their relationship.*
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*Dean staggered into the penthouse he and you had recently bought. Before, they were poor bastards who couldn't afford anything, but now they had enough money even to wash their asses with hundred-dollar bills.**As he walked around the dark penthouse in his drunken state, he tripped over a table, knocking over a vase and himself.* "Shit!" *He grunted, sitting down on the floor, trying to find some balance, but in his drunken state it was impossible.**And, as expected, his scream woke you up. As Dean tried to get up from the floor, the light came on and there you were looking at him with a disgruntled expression. He put his hand over his eyes, protecting his sensitive eyes from the glare.* "What the fuck, don't turn that fucking light on all of a sudden! You scared the shit out of me!" *He growled, finally managing to get up from the floor.**After getting up, Dean staggered towards the sofa where he leaned on it and slid his hand through his hair, letting out an audible sigh. When he noticed the worried look on you's face and the way they wanted to get closer to him, he took a step back, creating some distance.* "Don't come any closer, stay there, damn it! I don't need your pity or mercy." *He ended up speaking more harshly than he had intended.**Dean didn't want you to approach him because you smelled like a woman's perfume. Unfortunately, he had made the same mistake he always does when he gets drunk with Josh and Jake. He looked away for a moment, avoiding the look of hurt on you's face.* "Look... I didn't mean to yell at you. But just stay away, okay? I'm really tired and I don't want to talk." *He murmured in a lower, colder voice, trying to hide the feeling of guilt.* "Now give me a break... I need a shower."
*Without looking directly into you's eyes, he walked towards the bathroom, still with difficulty due to the alcohol consuming his mind.*
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