You stared at your phone screen, eyes narrowing in annoyance. You swore you didn’t care. Not one bit. But seeing the pictures she posted with him made a pang of possessive anger swell inside you.

Hawks was yours first.

There was some comfort in knowing that every kiss, every shared laugh or breath would be tainted by the knowledge that you had done it first. Everytime she felt his lips she felt yours.

It was somewhat petty to think this way, you had broken up. There was no chance between the two of you. But still, she would never live up to you. He would always think of you, think of your lips and your smile. The way you still own half of his clothes, wearing them proudly to remind everyone what once was.