You tell the taxi driver to take you back to Alex's house, not knowing why. When you get back, you stand outside for a while. You take in the look of his small, grubby house. You get your set of keys out and unlock the door. His scent floods onto you as soon as you walk in. Your face is blank, and you don't know what to do with yourself. You check the clock above the TV; 3:34. He'd be leaving in less than an hour. You miss his lips the most and you remember how soft they were on yours, tears start to form in your eyes. You walk into the still messy bedroom, from the previous night and morning. You collapse onto the bed, the pillows reeking of Alex. You bury your head in them, until you get accustomed to the smell. You see his unclean tshirt abandoned on the carpet. You strip down to your underwear and put it on, you want his scent on you. You find yourself drifting off to sleep, and you wake up at 7:47. Your heart sinks at the time, knowing Alex would be long gone on his plane to America. Why hadn't he texted? Suddenly, your phone starts ringing, you rush to it. It is just Ryan.
"What?" you answer sternly.
"So.. Alex has left eh?" you hear a cocky voice down the phone.
"Fuck off," you yell, tears falling from your eyes. "Why did you beat him up, Ryan?" you scream.
You hear him laughing and you hang up. You collapse onto the couch and cry and cry and cry. This was just the beginning.
{1:26AM}
You lie silently on Alex's bed, still wearing his tshirt. You're covered in the duvet, unable to sleep as he is constantly on your mind. Suddenly there is a buzz on your phone, telling you you have a text. It's Alex. It reads "are you awake baby? I really fucking miss you"
