While she was walking home, her last words were on her mind. Bonnibel couldn't forget the way that her ex pronounced her name. That was one of the things that she missed of the brunette, her character that contrasted with her, that carefree and released attitude that managed to put her on the robes without much effort…

She entered her apartment and started working on the article. She couldn't think about failing, she wanted the article to be perfect and, being realistic, going jogging with the singer would be something unique and special.

She would be lying if she said that she couldn't remember anything about her ex, because she remembered everything, she hadn't been capable of forgetting her. And, well, thinking straight who could have told her that her weakness would help her with her work?

The first thing she did was take off her shoes, she loved feeling the temperature of the heated floor against her bare skin, after that, she made herself a white tea and she lay down in her faux leather armchair with her laptop and an open document, in which to write all the things that came to her mind at that moment.

«Marceline Abadeer, the rock singer and bassist of the moment is much more human than it may seem once she is on stage in her role as a sensual and daring rockstar.

Her daily routine is based on sleeping six hours or even less, in her defense, she tells us that she is a nocturnal soul and that inspiration comes during the night, so it is rare that she sleeps at night, she prefers sleeping during the daylight. When she gets up in the morning, the first thing she does is take a good shower of warm water to activate her body and mind, she arranges a little, has breakfast and goes running to stay in shape and eliminate the thoughts that do not favor her. When she returns, she takes a quick, cold shower, cleans her huge house, and once she's finished, she sits in her armchair with her bass and a tape recorder on to compose or simply, free herself.

Later, she realizes that it's late and she has not made the food, so she jumps out of there, ties up an apron and starts looking for something in the fridge to cook something delicious and light, we all know how fit she is. She says the secret is in her genes, although diet and exercise are decisive for that fitness body.

If there is something that rivals her passion and love for music, it is her love for napping, since she sleeps little, the ten minutes in which she closes her eyes in the armchair is her moment of maximum well-being.

Her tastes are very varied and complex, but even so, she confesses us that she loves red in all its variations, red fruits, red clothes, red objects ...; Her favourite musical style par excellence is alternative rock with a heavy mix, as shown in her songs. She also loves Saturday nights, known as movie Saturdays. She considers herself a filmgoer, especially action movies, shooting, cars and, of course, thriller, horror, and vampires. If there is something in this world for that she would give everything and more, it would be the vampires.

She hates the sun because she says how she can feel her skin burning, in fact, according to her doctor, she is allergic to it.

Her favourite hobbies are running, singing, playing the bass, composing and changing the people around her. She loves to influence to make her friends better because she has a huge heart. And, although her façade of cold and distant person shows the opposite, under those layers you find someone warm, concerned about their loved ones, attentive, careful and very protective.

As a personal comment, if you ever get a person like her to open up to you, do not let her escape, keep her with you, take care of her, treasure her and make her happy, as much or more than what she will for the rest of your days»

Everything came out of her heart, all her memories and good moments were deposited in that document, bringing to light all the problems of rupture and sensitivity that she had tried to hide for so long. Her heart could not bear so many sudden and contradictory emotions on the same day, she collapsed and cried, she cried like she never had before. What couldn't be compared to what she cried when her power was lost, her power could be recovered but couldn't assure happiness. But she, for her ambition had lost the most beautiful and caring person that cared of her, making her feel like a queen. She had lost the love of her life. Someone she could trust, she had lost her best friend, her confidant, her lover ... her shoulder in what to cry.

She put the document away and closed the computer, leaving it on the glass table to lie down again and tremble with despair.

"How innocent, to have believed that I had overcome the love of my life!"

Those words came and went for her mind, torturing her, hurting her and giving her blows of reality, everything she had hidden, the facade of security and professionalism had fallen and she had nobody to console her.

That, that was the effect that the brunette had on her. She was the only one who could make her sentimental, the only one who could bring her to light, who gave her the guidance to be a better sovereign ...

FLASHBACK

The pink haired girl had been invited to inaugurate a new stadium with unparalleled acoustics that would premiere the group of the moment, "Bloody Love". What most caught his attention, well, rather, the person who caught his attention was no one else or anyone but the vocalist of that group. A brunette with skin so pale it seemed unreal and deep grey eyes that seemed to travel to her soul.

That woman was everything she detested, so why did she get her attention? Was it because of her hair that reached the floor, her sensual figure or her deep and sexy voice? What she liked most was the carefree style of a rocker, her piercings, that tattoo of a bite and that perfect smile of colour as white as the largest pearl.

What she never imagined was that their looks would connect moments before she took the scissors to cut the ceremonial ribbon. They cut it together at the same time one looked into the depth of the other's gaze.

Her heart accelerated as she had never done before in that special moment. The vocalist smiled at her with complicity, winking an eye and inviting her to stay in a privileged place so that she could enjoy the show that she was going to dedicate to her.

She could not refuse such a succulent offer and she entered guided by the icy hand of the girl who enchanted her. That night was unique and would remain in her memories as something unforgettable, for the first time in her life she could forget who she was, enjoy and let go to the beat of the music and the lyrics so addictive and deep that came out of his black lips.

But, without a doubt, something that would remain with her until the day of her death, would be nothing more nor less than a shirt that Marceline had on the day of the concert, a shirt of her group impregnated with her perfume and warmth that she gave her. That garment would become his amulet and his most precious possession.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Marceline ... I would like so much to go back in time and give me a beating to make me understand how wrong I was to let you go"

But, not only the journalist was devastated, the brunette couldn't get into the situation of his supposed appointment. She didn't even remember how she had ended up dating him, their relationship was popularly known by the letters of "PR" or his transcript "promotional relationship", It was supposed to be an opportunity to help the boy, but the truth is that he didn't make it easy, it was a complete disaster, sexist and uneducated. She had never wanted so hard to end a contract before.

Not only that affected her, to have seen Bonnie made her feel strange. She couldn't forget the look she gave her when she told her that she had a boyfriend, she knew that look perfectly, it was a jealous look. And when they had tea together, they felt something as close and special as all the things they had experienced. Why had finish everything like that?