Fletcher was riding the train home from work one day, tired. He barely slept a wink the night before after his girlfriend came over. They had a last quick fuck, and before he knew it, she had broken up with him. She didn't explain why, but Fletcher had a feeling that it had to do with his small penis.
Fletcher couldn't get his ex girlfriend, Brendon Urie, off his mind. She was just so beautiful and he loved her so much.
"What's wrong with me?" Fletcher said to himself.
Fletcher got off the train at one of the last stops and made his way over to his car. Once he packed his briefcase in the trunk, he climbed in to the front driver's seat and burst into tears.
"Okay, calm yourself Fletcher. She's a bitch, and you only liked her for the sex. That's it."
After soothing himself down he searched the car's glovebox for a photograph. He found a photo of Brendon, just standing there smiling... Without any clothes on of course. It was his favourite photo of her and he used to keep it with him at all times. He stuffed the photo away in his trouser pocket, started up the car and drove back home.