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I was a few months into the second year of uni and I was finally starting to feel okay again. It took a long time and a whole lot of effort, but I finally got there. I barely even thought about Mac now, I deleted the pictures, well... I put them somewhere I couldn't easily access them. 

Most of all, I stopped crying over him. He didn't have that hold over me anymore. The one that would make me feel butterflies or all giddy inside. 

I hadn't seen him since that day in my room, and I was dreading the day I would have to see him. It was bound to happen at some point. 

I turned down the project that Alice had offered. It was an amazing opportunity and Mac did confirm she offered it for my writing and not because of him, but I knew being around her would make me think of him. I couldn't do it. The story I had wrote about us had never moved from the place where I had thrown it that day. I didn't care about his opinions or what he thought I should do with it. I didn't want any piece of us out in the world. 

Mac's name was never mentioned in the house, it made it slightly awkward occasionally if the others were talking about band practice but refuse to talk about him. 

Chloe was the one who still talked about him, she always wanted me to talk about it. I never saw the use. She went to the band's band practice the first week back, she told me she had to refrain from saying anything to him, until she had seen how he looked. 

"He looked like a mess Eve". I rolled my eyes "Please don't", I tried to walk away, she stood In front of me. "Seriously Eve, he looked so broken, you need to try and talk to him"

That's all she keeps saying to me. I don't need to talk, I need to focus. 

However I still couldn't help looking at his bedroom as I walked by it. I couldn't help wearing his T-shirt to bed, the one he'd left here one night when he has to leave in a rush. I couldn't help but think maybe something else went wrong that had nothing to do with me, but it made him want to run away. 

I didn't tell anyone that's what I was thinking. I kept it all to myself so I could pretend he didn't exist when other people were around. 

My system was working great, anyone would else think I couldn't be happier than right now, and it didn't matter that I was lying through my teeth.

Until.

Tom came running up the stairs into my room, nearly tripping over himself as he got to the top. "Eve! We've been spotted" he shouted. I looked out the window dramatically "WHO?" I shouted back pretending to duck and cover. "what?" Tom looked so confused, but I was laughing too hard to care. He realised what I was doing and threw a pillow at me. "No... I mean, the band. We've been spotted by a freaking agent" I stopped laughing when I heard that. "Oh My God!" I shouted again. We started jumping up and down on the bed, Tom cheering and me practically squeeling. 

"This is gonna be huge Eve! If they like our stuff we could get signed!" we stopped jumping and sat back down on the bed, almost breathless. I was overjoyed for him. It was all he ever wanted and it was all coming together for him. "It wouldn't be quite like Panic and the disco shit but it's on the right path" he said I grabbed his shoulders "That's such amazing news Tom! I'm so proud of you". His eyes saddened a little as he caught his breath. "What is it?" I asked. How could he possibly be sad about anything right now.  

"Here's the thing. I need a favour" he confessed. I don't know why he'd feel nervous about that. He knows I would do anything for him. "The agent is gonna want us to put on our own show. No other acts, literally just us. I need you there". I smiled at him. I knew this day would come eventually, where I would have to see Mac and acknowledge his existence. "I don't care if he's there" I said to him "I there for you and no one else". He hugged me tight and we stayed up late talking about the set list, what he'd wear and most importantly, that he never forgets about me when he's famous.