She stared into the ceiling of her room, just staring at nothing but everything. The cacophony coming from the stereo was deafening. She couldn’t hear the music but the noise blocked off her thoughts. She needed to stop thinking about his smile, his scent, his touch, everything. She needed to breath. A random thought. Burn everything away. She got up and got matches. In her room again, no music, just silence, she stared at the match, looking blindly into the fire...
She let the match burn the tip of her finger. The phone rang, scaring her. She picked up, her voice was almost a whisper. It was him.
"Hannah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," his voice soothed her. She closed her eyes and took in the sound. Almost crying, she wanted to touch him.
"I know," she hung up. He was no longer the same.
Turning the stereo up, she stared blankly into the ceiling again. She missed him already...
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