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Die young, stay pretty

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Introduction

Die young, stay pretty. Picture it. You're 15. Home alone. Alone in general. Tired. Too tired to bother answering the phone. It's probably not for you anyway. Why would it be? Let the answering machine deal with it, that's what it's there for, isn't it? It stops ringing. Problem solved. Your eyes feel heavy. Nobody will mind if you go to sleep for a bit. Jump back to when you were sat in a field with your best friend. The only person in the world who means more to you than you do. The one person you love, unconditionally. She tries to understand how you feel, and that's why you love her. She tries for you. You'd honestly do anything for her. ...read more.

Middle

You're captivated. "I just think, maybe it'd be easier for you if I stop seeing you? It's not that I don't love you or anything. It's just. Y'know..." Time stands still. You don't register her cheap attempt to justify what she's just done to you. Notice how she no longer looks quite so deeply into your eyes. Notice how her eyes don't seem to sparkle quite as much. She notices the hurt in your eyes. She doesn't let it affect her. It's all fine though. It's exactly what you were expecting to hear. If she doesn't want to see you anymore, you don't want to see anybody anymore. Ever. "I love you." You stand up. Don't look back at her, whatever you do. ...read more.

Conclusion

As you walk past your bedroom, you glance at your collection of concert tickets. You went to most of those concerts with her. You've left your Amy Winehouse CD on the floor. Other than that, your bedroom's obsessively tidy. Your pictures of Leonard Cohen, Dusty Springfield, and Kurt Cobain are all lined perfectly on your wall. Your signed Debbie Harry photo as perfect as ever. You pick up the CD and put it back in it's place. Look through all your CDs. Pick the Blondie album. Play it as loud as possible. Let the melodies consume you. Everything's as you want it to be. Go and find the paracetamol, don't forget to bring the vodka. You're too tired to bother answering the phone. Eventually it stops ringing. Your eyes feel heavy. Nobody will mind if you just drift off. ...read more.

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