Memories Cycle 2 - WINNER ANNOUNCED
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Sasha's story:
When you spend half your life in the public eye, you have times when you need to get away from it all. As far away as you can possibly get.
There was a time, when Damiel and I were finding our relationship to be a little strained. Living separate lives, each being tied to an endless string of interviews, live tv performances, tours, music festivals, weeks spent locked in recording studios, rinse, repeat, do it all again. It got hard to make time to catch up. If one of us had a few days free, we could fly to the other, to try to catch the other in the few minutes they had to spare. It turned into an expensive way to sleep. Both of us too tired to do anything more than curl up together and sleep. And neither of us are rich as such, sure, we're both famous, but there's not as much wealth as you'd imagine.
We reached a make or break point. Things were going wrong for both of us. A couple of cancelled concerts, a missed flight, a bad review, and somehow, we ended up in Windenburg at the same time, for the entire middle of a week.
Damiel said that it was time we had a talk.
Uh-oh.
He took me to an island off the coast of Windenburg. I don't know how well you know the history of the place, but in the past, there was the five counts, the counts who had that war? They each had a castle? You've probably heard of the ruins. It wasn't those ruins, nor those other ruins, and no, not those other, other ruins. It was the ruins with the hotel. You probably don't know about it.
He took me to the island, with the ruins hotel, where you can have dinner on a tower, overlooking the ruins of another castle, on another island. It's very pretty.
It was another uh-oh moment. Who takes their girlfriend to a place like that? It's so nauseatingly romantic.
There was a bottle of bubbly, and gourmet dinner. I don't even remember what I ate. The whole time I was dreading the conversation. The thoughts that kept running through my mind were, I'm not ready for this. It's too soon. Is it ok to say I need time?
“I've been thinking,” he said. “We're having such a hard time finding the time to meet. I know it's a big step, but do you think it would be easier if we got a place together?”
“I think I need to... wait, what? Get a place together?”
Not quite what I had been dreading, no break up, no proposal, instead something that could work.
“Yes, somewhere that would work for both of us, so that we could steal a bit more time together,” he said.
“I would like that.”
He refilled our glasses.
“No matter what happens, we'll always have Windenburg,” he said as a toast.
