He woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.

She woke up to the sound of her daughter's cries.

He got up and looked around his empty, dead silent apartment.

She got up and took her daughter in her arms and fed her.

He got off his bed and strolled towards the bathroom like he had no will to live.

She got off the bed, gently laid her daughter back on it, and smiled as she stared at her with adoring eyes.

He showered and mindlessly took out clothes to wear for the day. He didn't care how he looked.

She showered and looked at all the red clothes hanging in her closet as she wasn't allowed to wear any other color. She had to look beautiful for people.

He pulled on his pants.

She wore a thong.

He wore a t-shirt.

She put on a strappy bra that barely covered her nipples.

He wore his shoes.

She put on the red fishnet stockings with ten inches high heels.

He stared at his dead eyes in the mirror.

She put on a thick layer of makeup and covered herself in red glitter.

He combed his hair back sleekly.

She curled her luscious, long, voluminous, red hair.

He hated staring at his face in the mirror.

She hated when she couldn't recognize herself.

He checked his cellphone and sighed boredly.

She checked up on her daughter and smiled, kissing her forehead.

He walked to the kitchen and ate a piece of toast as he wasn't really hungry.

Her food was sent to her room like a prisoner. She had to eat whatever they'd send her.

He waited for his driver.

She waited for their order.

He got into his car.

She walked out of her room.

He drove to college.

She was taken backstage.

He walked into the building.

She walked onto the stage.

He gazed around at the flock of students.

She saw a bunch of men sitting there and waiting for her.

He could feel a few pairs of eyes turning towards him.

She could feel every lust-filled, hungry eye, wanting to devour her half-naked body.

He gripped the door handle and walked into his class.

She gripped the pole and twirled around it as the soft music started to play.

He sat down in his seat.

She seductively wrapped her legs around the pole.

He pulled out a book.

She saw the men pull out thick wads of cash.

He carefully listened to what the professor was saying.

She blocked out all the thirsty and disgusting remarks men made about her body.

The professor's words flowed around him.

The money showered over her.

He was studying to become a businessman.

She was performing to become the best erotic dancer this club has ever seen.

But it wasn't two different worlds anymore as they did have something in common now.

He was not the same guy he used to be.

She was not the same girl she used to be.

He could never fall in love again.

She could never fall in love again.

He missed her.

She missed him.

He wanted her back.

She wanted him back.

He was broken inside.

She was broken inside.

He had lost so much.

She had lost so much.

And he knew he will never be the same.

And she knew she will never be the same.

He was Axel King.

She was Chloe Jones.

They were just two stupid teenagers crazy in love.

But now, they felt nothing for anyone or anything...