Alex hoped, hoped that day wouldn't come, but instead here he was, at the train stop with tears in his eyes watching the love of his life go away from him. He knew it was wrong to fall in love with her, a girl with no heart or feelings except for herself, he knew she didn't do it on purpose, she grew up in a family where her father was always drunk and abusive while her mother wasn't the best in defending her daughter. But Alex couldn't help it, she was the best person he ever met in his life, they drank and smoked together, they hung out until midnight and kissed, they weren't really a couple, but friends with benefits...Alex was a good boy who got carried away by the bad girl but it was fine with him as long as he was with her.

He had begged her not to leave him alone in Sheffield, but it was no use, she left him saying "I'm a bad influence for you", but obviously not before one last kiss, a sweet and desperate kiss that it lasted a few seconds but for Alex it was an eternity.

Years had passed since 2007 and it was 2014, Alex's career was getting better and better and his look also changed, from a good boy he became a bad boy, gel in his hair, leather jacket, black sunglasses, jeans and all the bad boy bullshits, including the motorbike. But one thing hadn't changed, his love for her, he tried to date other girls but no one was like her. He knew she didn't love him like he loved her.

One evening everyone was at a party in a club, Alex was flirting with a blonde girl making sweet eyes at her, the usual. He no longer had the strength to be drunk or high, so he chatted with her all evening until he needed to go outside for some fresh air. He went outside and reached for the pack of cigarettes when someone bumped into him. "Hey don't you see where the fuck you're walking?" he blurted out, he had always been stubborn but he tried not to show it so much. He stopped immediately when he saw her, his love, his girl, no no, his non-girl anymore. She was beautiful as always, so much that it hurt.