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Vol 71: What she left behind

Calum wasn't an idiot and he wasn't naive, either. He was also friends with loud mouth Micheal. He knew what he was walking into before he walked through the Hemming's front door.

But even with the fucking chants: surprise! God he hates those fucking surprise parties- he only had one thing on his mind. Even with the bodies running up on him, screaming at him happy birthday! and patting him obnoxiously hard on his back with their drunken eyes, he had only one girl in mind. Even with the loud speakers and their basses booming into his ears, alcohol bottles scattered to filth on every surface, he only had her in his mind.

He tried to find her, he really did. Searching restlessly with his eyes through blurry faces- most faces he only fucking met once. Trying to get a glimpse of a curly blonde with ocean eyes. But every time he turned his head, trying to search over Luke's over exaggerated face as he tried to get Calum to take three shots in a row with him- fat droplets of disappointment piled into his stomach- weighing him down. But at the same time he started to feel hollow.

He couldn't see her in the crowd. And that was the only person he wanted to see. Fuck everyone else. Fuck the alcohol. Fuck the music. Fuck the people he only had surface level conversations with.

Calum stared down at his wrist. A blue piece of wool that wrapped around twice in a twist. Lacey used to use it as a hair tie, which she left on her designated side of Calum's bed. And ever since that morning Cal found it floating in the sheets, it hadn't left his wrist. It was proof. Proof that they were together. Proof that she was his and he was hers. Because when you keep something so secret, sometimes it's hard to believe weather it is real or not. The fabric wrapped around loosely on his wrist meant that it was real. A trace of Lacey. Lacey was real. He was real. They were real.

And because they were real, he realised in a span of two second that he is not spending his night surrounded by what once defined him. Not anymore.

Fuck all of this.

He was going to surround himself with the girl who he wants to write a future with. The girl that took the boy by the hand, pulling him out of the darkness; dusting off his edges and seeing the light in his heart that he thought was out for good.

Because; Matter cannot be created nor destroyed. Something he remembered in chemistry. Which was weird because as a school dropout, he doesn't tend to remember things from high school- especially a much hated subject like science.

The dwarf stars winked again.

So the light that Lacey let out deep within Calum's soul was never gone, it was always there. Lacey just had to break down the door.

The boy before everything. Before the fame. Before the eyes. Before the cameras. Was still there. He never left.

And as Luke directed a beer pong game, sweeping off cluttered cups off the dinner table- yelling Calum's name to join him- Calum looked around.

He looked around like he was looking for something. Like that something would help him get out of whatever he is in now.

The good thing about stars though, and other things floating about in the universe, is that they can reach someone anywhere -regardless if you are under a roof or not.

The dwarf stars and their pairs departed from Lacey's track, steering towards Calum now. Their energy penetrating through the brick walls in which the house was made of.

With his back turned to the crowd, Calum pulled out his phone- attempting to text Lacey. But as soon as he opened the messenger app he switched it off immediately, as he saw Luke peering over his phone. Luke pulled a drunken smirk, the smirk that yelled- whose pants are you trying to get into tonight? That alone made Calum was to punch a wall; or maybe even Luke for that matter.