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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Louis

Tears blurred my vision and the only thing I wanted was for them not to spill. Stay strong, man!

But I couldn't. They streamed down my face and I ducked into an empty alleyway so nobody would have to see me like this.

I buried my face in my hands as I sobbed. I thought we were perfect, I thought nothing could separate us. I gave the world to her, but she just couldn't return the favor. Was I not good enough? Not sexy enough? Not romantic enough? This was so ironic to our song "Nobody Compares".

The same scene replayed over and over in my mind, a memory I would never forget.

*Flashback*

"Louis... we need to talk," Eleanor said weakly. I frowned. She didn't sound happy, and immediately that made me worried. Usually these conversations didn't end well.

"What about?" I asked.

She sighed and looked away from me, tears in her eyes. Now I was really worried. "Eleanor, come on," I said soothingly. "We'll make it through this, I promise. What's wrong?"

She rubbed her eyes. "That's just the problem, Louis," she sniffed. "We can't be together anymore."

Those words changed my life. I froze and my heart started beating rapidly. I did not just hear those words come out of my beloved's mouth. "W-what?" I whispered.

"I'm so sorry," she said and rubbed her eyes again. "It's just that... we don't have enough time for each other anymore. Our careers are getting in the way, and I think this is for the best. I love you, Louis."

With that she ran off to her car, leaving me staring at the ground as the full realization of what had just happened hit me full in the face.

*Flashback over*

The memory brought a fresh wave of tears. It'd been over a month since we'd broken up, but every time it'd come back around and bite me straight in the ass: me and Eleanor were over.

I hated this, I hated crying over and over the same thing, but I couldn't help it. Nothing the boys said or did ever helped me get over it. Everything reminded me of Eleanor. Even cheese.

I rubbed my eyes but they kept tearing up, so I stopped. No need for my eyes to get even more sore than they already were.

As I stared at the ground, it took me a while to realize I was looking at something. Flat and brown and tattered-looking. I bent down and picked it up.

A man's wallet. I could tell by the material and design. I don't steal or pickpocket, but I decided to take it back to the guy who lost it. Must be worried sick about it. I ruffled through it, looking for some kind of identification. No license, nothing that gave me any clue of who this guy might be.

Against my better nature, I took a peek at the main pocket. Not much, about $60 in American cash. Like I said, I don't steal, so I ignored the money. I felt around for a bit, looking for a secret compartment, but instead I felt something that didn't feel like usual paper money. I pulled it out.

It was a photo. A ragged, ripped-up photo. I stuck the wallet in my back pocket absently and stared at it. It was a picture of a girl. She looked about sixteen at the youngest, and rather pretty despite her simple look. I felt like she was looking at ME, and not some camera. Her blue eyes were sparkling in the sunlight and her smiling mouth was wide open as she laughed. She had shoulder-length ash blond hair that seemed to shine.

I flipped the photo over, hoping to find some kind of description. Bulls eye. There was a date and name scrawled on the back in red pen.

xx/xx/xxxx Maddy

I stared at the photo for who-knows-how-long. I tucked the photo into my other back pocket. It wasn't like the man who owned it would miss it. It was old and tattered.

As I left the alley, I felt the urge to find this girl. After all, she might be able to help me find the owner of this wallet. And, well, she was kind of pretty.