He lies in his bed at night thinking of her and as he clutches the sheets closer to him he wishes for her presence. But in reality he knows that it'll never happen and so he lies there and fantasizes in his dark room under his grey covers as he listens to the police sirens in the distance. The get increasingly louder and then fade out into the distance. He closes his eyes to blind himself from this reality but he knows that it wont work. "Just because you can't see something does not mean it's not there," he wispers to himself.

He remembers how she played with his head. Misleading him into thinking that she would ever like him. He felt special because of the things she told him and never stopped to think whether she would easily say the same to others. He was the type who craved for attention and that was the one thing everyone used against him. Give him a little attention and you'll have him in your pocket in no time at all. He tossed and turned in bed as he turned this over in his mind.