Kaa-sama always told me, "Don't you dare fall in love with a rock star! They're no good users and will break your heart if you give them the chance!" Too bad I didn't listen to her. Too bad I did fall in love with a rock star musician. Too bad he was a womanizer, I slept with him, and was having his child. Too bad he was heartless, never felt any guilt what-so-ever from cheating, and we were getting married, too.
Too bad I was just a simple small town girl who was merely an object to be fought over in a petty quarrel between boys only pretending to be men. Too bad I didn't know if he was really in love with me, if he loved me at all, or if it was just that he wanted to make sure no one
else could ever have me. Too bad I was hopelessly in love with him, and would do just about
anything to make our marriage work... anything, even committing to the same mistake that
bonded us together that first time... anything; too bad 'anything' meant just that: any single thing that he desired, I was but a humble servant to make sure it happened for him.
So far, it seemed like I'd fallen under his spell and into a bad romance.