She hits the next button on Pandora, and locks her phone immediately. It was the last skip, didn’t matter anyways. She closed her eyes, lying up in bed.
Her eyes snapped open.
Her body froze as the melody leaked from her headphones into her ears, consuming her, taking her, blinding her, sending her back.
She’s blasted back to everything, every last kiss, every last touch.
She wanted so badly to end it, to end this hypnotic torture that sent chills throughout her whole body. She wanted to throw her phone across the room, to scream, to imagine him broken, to imagine him terrified and miserable.
She couldn’t. She lied there, soaking in the bittersweet words, taking all of it in, tasting him, smelling him, feeling his warmth, hearing his voice, she couldn’t stop it… Could she?
No. She could.
She just realized that she wouldn’t.
So she didn’t.