" I'm deciding to jump a couple months ahead. Jess was going through a private time. All of her social media accounts were set to private. She didn't add anyone unless she personally knew them. She began doing interveiws so the public knew her side but nothing helped. Jess started therapy and went to a clinic and started taking medications but nothing was improving. We sent Jess back home to see if that would maybe work, but nothing. In fact her front lawn was filled with paparazzi."
"Jess couldn't get a break. She couldn't go to school, to a coffee shop, nothing. It was worse for her than me. If she didn't have paparazzi in her face, it was angry fans. They were yelling at her, pulling her hair. The whole ten yards. You have no idea." I took a deep breathe. Collecting my thoughts. I could seriously go on and on about all the bad things my fame has done to her.
"To think ma'am, this all started with her coming to a meet and greet. This is my fault. My fault she began cutting again. I asked her to open up to me. Everything is my fault. She was a fan that I didn't want to leave. She was another fan that wanted to meet her idol. She was a fan that I loved." I paused. I never expressed my true emotions in public. I was staring at my hands, pushing the cuticles back. I snapped my head up, pushed myself off the couch and stared right into the camera. "That's right. I fucking loved Jess, and my stupid publicity ruined our relationship."
I noticed I was out of breathe and the whole room was silent. There wasn't a peep. I loked over to Scooter and he had his hands over his face. Ariana looked sad and hinted for a commercial break.
"Can we cut to commercial?" I asked walking back to the couch.
I jumped up and ran to Ariana. She hugged me and I broke down. The tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably.
"I know Justin. I know." she was brushing my back trying to calm me down. "I know how much you loved her. And you still do."
I was shaking my head in her shoulder. She smiled at me as I removed the tears. I looked over at Scooter.
"I know your upset bro, but you can't say fucking on live tv like that." he smiled.
I began laughing, "ok wont happen again."
He smiled then gave me a knuckle bump, with that I made my way back to the couch as the guy next to the prompter counted down from 5.
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