Ken was a singer in a high-class hotel. He got the voice that everyone would fall for. He was the most indemand singer in town yet nobody knows his looks. Unlike any other singers, he sang in disguise, wearing a mascara but that didn't stop the girls to admire him even the lads and Justin, who came in for the first time in the hotel to relax was not an exemption from his charm. 

Is this really difficult to fall in love with your very own bestfriend? Why is it so hard to pretend that everything is fine everytime he introduces someone as his special girl when in fact, deep down inside you're dying. Is it really a mistake to feel this way? Should I give up and open my heart to soemone or should I fight for my love? Sadness or happiness? Hurting or a happy ending?

The more you deny, the more it becomes stronger.