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I should be sleeping, but instead I'm here, torturing myself with thoughts. I have work in a few hours, some press practice for Malavita with the team- I don't wanna show up with puffy red eyes, but that's what make-up's for. I've played ten minutes worth of Candy Crush Saga and I'm getting really pissed off. I can't get through level 79 and Jason's already on level 120-something. I need to catch up, but my five lives are all gone- damn it, why is this game so frustrating? Now I'll have to look for something else to distract me.

I rise from my bed really quickly: I'm surprised that I still have enough strength to do that. Lying in bed and holding my phone up really isn't the most comfortable position, so I was expecting horrible back pains (also, I let my phone slip from my hands a few minutes ago and it dropped on my face, and I am so not ready for another nose injury). I walk to the couch in front of my bed and position myself there: yep, this is so much better than that god damned rock of a bed.

I scramble through my phone apps: Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Candy Crush Saga (God forbid I play that game again), Messages, I don't know what to do. I look through my photography apps but I haven't turned on the lights, so unless I'm willing to risk ruining my 20/20 vision on an iPhone flash, I don't really want to take any photos (and of what, exactly? I'm a mess, and my room's a mess too). I look through my utilities and I have no idea what I am supposed to be looking for. Compass, Find my iPhone, Google, Barcode Scanner, Voice Memos, and..

Son of a bitch.

Here it is. I knew it. My phone is going to be the death of me. I know what's saved on my memos- I haven't opened said app in months but I fucking know. More than 15 files saved on this, and I swear to God, if all of these are hers..

I open the oldest file: 6:14 AM, 2/11/11. I don't think I remember this day. I take my earphones and her voice rings in my ears. Will I subject myself to this pain? Probably. Yes. The masochist in me craves the heartache. She speaks into the phone, "Di, listen to how grumpy you are in the morning.."

Her laughing crackles into the microphone, "Hey, hey, hey! Dianna! Wake up! Diiiiannnaaaaaaaaaa..."

I hear some sheets rustling. A faint grumble escapes from my earphones.

"Mmmgrh, give me three minutes..' I hear my morning voice and wow, do I sound stupid or what? I hear Lea laugh at my comment. "Perfect, just enough time for a song."

Oh. Now I remember this day, and I'm not entirely sure if I want to.

I'm being such a grump, and I try to convince myself that it's Lea's fault, but really, it's all me. We have to be at the set in an hour, and if I hadn't stayed up all night baking with Lea, I'd be in a much better mood. She leans into my ear and whispers, "You'll love this song, I can feel it." My heart beats faster but I continue to pretend to be asleep. She might stop if I get up, and honestly, no one passes up on an opportunity to hear my lady sing.

She hums the first few notes of the song, and fuck, does she know how to pull on my heartstrings (even when I feel like absolute shit).

"Slip inside the eye of your mind, don't you know you might find, a better place to play.."

Her voice is perfect. Everything about her is perfect. I smile and turn to face her and we look at each other in the eye. She's beautiful.

"And so, Sally can wait, she knows it's too late, as we're walkin' on by. Her soul slides away.." I mouth the last few words of the chorus with her.

"But don't look back in anger, I heard you say.."

I hear giggling in the background when the song ends, and I hear a peck and a groan. The recording stops, and god, the memory of the events that occurred after.. so graphic, the delicious meshing or her lips, her tongue, her everything, against mine.

"My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger.."

3:00 AM.

".. I heard you say."

I put my phone and mutter to myself as a tear escapes my eye. At least not today.

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