Jordan.

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(Jordan-third person)

He missed her. He just missed her. He longed for her in his arms, he longed for her to simply tuck her hair over her ear, only for it to fall out again. A part of Jordan was missing, like a jigsaw.

At school, Jordan and Rose avoided each other, missing lessons and not looking directly at one another, ever, their eyes constantly fluttering.

Jordan has an idea though. No one knew about his secret YouTube channel, where he posted his songs.

He needed to mail the shirt back to Rose anyway, so why not put a little "surprise" in the pocket which would hopefully make her forgive him.
A note.
A link.

The song was called: "A song for Her".

It was about all the tiny imperfections Rose had and hated, which made him love her more.

He filmed the video and posted it on his channel. Then, Jordan carefully copied the url onto a tiny slip of paper, and put it in the pocket of the shirt. Finally, he mailed it back to her, waiting for her reply.

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3 weeks later, almost 4 and Rose still hadn't contacted Jordan. He missed her, but maybe, just maybe she didn't miss him.  Jordan had waited almost a month now, he had sent Rose the link to the song, in which he had sung his heart out. That song explained everything. It was a message to Rose. Telling her just how much he really loved her. Telling her she was sorry. What more could he do? Maybe he just wasn't enough for her anymore.

It took Jordan almost a month to come to the realisation he wasn't going to get over Rose anytime soon. At least four times a day he refreshed all of his socials, looking for something, anything from Rose. "Hey" would have been enough. But he received nothing. After spending another weekend alone in his dorm room, waiting, he made a decision.
He decided to call Camilla.

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(Rose-third person)

After the night she left Jordan, Rose had been spending a lot of time with other people. She joined a friendship group of girls from her classes - they talked, she laughed and smiled and nodded understandingly but really, she was bored. They were shallow and materialistic. When she was with them, Rose constantly found herself wishing they could all be a little more like Jordan. She wanted to see him again, to talk the way they used to. To understand and be understood. But how could she, after all he had done to her? 
She didn't hate him anymore. He had mailed the flannel shirt back to her and she took it as some kind of a peace offering. They weren't enemies, but they really weren't friends. When Rose got the shirt she was angered to see no form of message from Jordan. No card. No note. Not even a text to say sorry.

Maybe it was time to try and get over him. REALLY get over him. Rose decided to spend her Saturday doing something fun. Something that could take her mind off of Jordan, if only for a few hours. As she collected her things, Rose noticed the crumpled red flannel shirt lying, in a heap, at the foot of her bed. She used to wear that shirt all the time, but after Jordan... Rose turned away from the shirt in disgust. She didn't want anything to do with him. She thought Jordan was different from all the other two-faced, incentivised students swanning around campus but she now knew she was wrong. She thought he was just like the rest of them. She thought he didn't care.

As she was walking through the door, Rose felt a chill wind brush against her cheeks. Maybe the outfit choice was a little inappropriate for the weather. She jogged upstairs and grabbed the first thing in sight before leaving. Only when she was a good distance away, did Rose realise she had slung the discarded shirt over her shoulders. If she hadn't been in such a rush to get out of the door, she might have noticed the carefully folded slip of paper peeking out of the front pocket.