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Y/N's POV, 2006

Twenty years is a long time to be with someone, but when you love them as much as I love Nikki, that time doesn't actually seem like a lifetime. It feels like yesterday, everything about us to me still felt so fresh... which I guess is why it was hard to accept that maybe Nikki didn't see things like that anymore.

What do I mean? Well... to be honest, I wasn't entirely sure. Things had just changed. He loved me, I know that, but there were times we'd be out now and he'd share a flirty smile with a waitress or let his eyes linger on a girl in a supermarket for a second too long. I'm not accusing him of anything, I know he hasn't but sooner rather than later looking might turn into something else and I didn't want to put myself through that.

I was picking up on the signs that things weren't right and I had to act before things got worse, while we could still be amicable. It's not like our marriage owed us anything, we'd done so much, faced fame together, had kids, the whole mile. This was hard, I'd been debating over it for weeks but knew I had too.

Approaching Nikki about it would be the hardest part, I had to just rip the bandaid off. I'd spoken to my parents about it and gotten their opinion and while they didn't want me to hand Nikki my decision of divorce, respected my reasoning why. And no, I hadn't spoken to Mick, Tommy or Vince about it, as close as I was with each of them, I didn't want them accidentally letting it slip to Nikki or have them have to keep something like that from him.

I'd tried to savour time with Nikki these last few weeks since deciding what I had to do, and this morning knowing that I couldn't leave it any longer for my own sanity was excruciating. Having to look at Nikki, knowing it was my last morning waking up beside him, my last morning idly chatting with him, last morning showering together, the last time I'd ever get Nikki's signature breakfast in bed.

After today, my life would never be the same again and it broke my heart but Nikki was a rockstar and I simply didn't look the part to him anymore. Harsh, but unfortunately true. I wanted to hate him for being so egocentric, and part of me did but I loved him too much for it to become anything more than that tiny part of me.

I'd spent most of this morning cleaning, and discreetly packing up my clothes. I wanted to clean to both minimise suspicion and also save Nikki a job in the coming days.

Having done everything I set out to do, cleaning every inch of upstairs and downstairs I headed into the living room where Nikki was sat on the couch reading a magazine, the TV playing as background noise. I linger behind him in the doorway for a short while but eventually took a deep breath and knew what I had to do. This was best for both of us.

I walk up to my husband, twisting my wedding ring around my finger as I did so, nervous but determined. I stop infront of him and just say straight away "I don't think we can do this anymore." Having to do it this way, before I let myself think and back out.

The bassist froze, my words taking him by surprise but he quickly recovered "Do what?" Nikki questioned, placing down the magazine, looking up at me in confusion.

"Kid ourselves that this is working."

Nikki raised a perplexed eyebrow at that "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about, Nik." I sigh, chewing on the inside of my lip.

"The only thing I can think of is us...? Like our marriage but that doesn't make sense...?"