Bass sighed.
"Well, I dunno..." Looking around, he realized he was safe to talk, with Kaz the only one who would hear him. He looked the stallion deep in the eyes, and felt an honest trust with him.
"Well, alright. It was more than just 'me breaking it off to chase my career', though. We were both to blame for the problems between us. The whole 'career' thing was just what the magazines print because it's all they could, legally... the deeper side was worse. She had a drinking problem, and I almost got pulled into the drug scene because of the stress she caused me. Albeit, my career may have had a minor role in our issues, because a lot of nights I would be up, working on mixes, or out playing, when I should have devoted more time to helping her, but things just didn't work out that way... I was arrogant, and I regret it all, I thought I knew what I was doing by ignoring her problem, and she almost.." his eyes began to well up as he recalled such awful memories, from what was only a year ago. He then continued.
"She almost drank herself to death one night. The hospital said if I had waited any longer to call, she wouldn't have made it. Of course, this was expensive on both of us, because we had to pay to keep it out of print, but either way... we couldn't see eachother after that. I couldn't see her. She had gone to rehab, and was now back into her career, and I'm now here with my record label, but we just couldn't see eachother again after that night." at that point the tears were running down his face, and there was nothing he could do about it either. He looked down from the stallion listening, and closed his eyes as he tried his best to hold back the pain from the memories.