She could smell him, all brand new cologne and the musty smell of the sweat he had been trying to mask.

She wondered where he had been, where he had touched, even who. He must have, so many girls were probably throwing themselves at him, older, younger. Who wouldn't have, who could resist that boyish charm, puppy dog eyes and floppy curls?

Fuck those curls, distracting her earlier, she hated those stupid curls. She wanted to cut them all off, break all of the hearts like he had broken hers.

Why couldn't he have just kept himself away? She knew the fame wasn't his fault, who could have predicted that? But the text message was, that was all his fault.

She could take the reminder of him because he was at a distance, he wasn't real. He was just images and sounds that weren't directed at her, but this&god this was too much to handle, this was