“But... Jagi, I have something to tell you...”

 

“Yes? Tell me.” My eyes already started to become teary. I couldn't look at him.

 

“Please, look at me.”
 

“What is it? What do you need to tell me?”

 

“You see how my life is changing. There is more attention on us, fans that follow us and the media who tries to know everything about us and wants scandals. I don't want you to be in danger. Do you understand that?”
 

“Yeah, sure, but why are you telling me this?”

 

“Because, I need you to understand that... That there is only a way to protect you.”

 

“I don't need protection.”

 

“Yes you do. From the world that now I live in. Please, I love you, every single day, and I will love you until the end of time. But... But, for your sake, we need to break up. I'm not doing this because I don't love you anymore, but because I love you too much that I can't see anything to happen to you because of me...”

 

“Don't be ridiculous...” Tears started to escape.

[...]

And since that day I never saw him again, at least face to face, until a year later, when I saw someone who really looked like him: our daughter. When he broke up with me I still didn't know that I was pregnant, I discover it about three weeks later. I couldn't tell him: I couldn't ruin his life and career. I didn't even tell him that I passed an audition at Cube Ent., I didn't have the chance, I received the news the same day he broke up with me.