She let out her last drag for the day. She opens her eyes and sees nothing but the stars. She touches the necklace hanging upon her neck, closes her eyes, and feels the tears slowly falling down her face. She never told him how she felt. She never sat him down and showed him how every time he walked by, her heart would slow. And so your thinking, when I see someone I like my heart beats faster but no, this wasn't the same type of love. She opened her eyes and brought her knees to her chest to keep them warm from the cold night breeze...

Estella finds herself driving, listening to the mix tapes he made her. He didn't really sing, he more or less talked with the strumming of a couple chords of his guitar. She loved it. There were no limits. There were no boundaries. She was on her way to find something that she lost when he passed. She took a deep breath of the musky night air. She felt it whip through her hair and brush against her soft pale face. She parks on the side of the highway, turns up the volume, and falls asleep, listening to him laugh into the mic and say, "I pleaded for you. OH! Your undoing my knots. You undoing my life. Oh, where have you come from?" She dreams of watching him record his favorite songs for her. She lays on the bed with a smile on her face, clutching the blanket for support. She needed it. It was too breath taking. She remembered every detail and relived it while she slept. From watching him set the guitar down, to laying down next to her, talking to her about the desert, while he held her hand. She awoke sweating and crying. She wasn't mad, she was thankful. She restarts the car and looks for a near by diner. She pulls into a truck stop and takes her type writer in with her. She sits down and orders toast, coffee, and ham. She takes a breath. Their first date was at a diner, for breakfast. He didn't want a typical date. He wanted something new. He wanted her. He ordered toast and a side of ham. She was confused by his keenness for different things but she found it intriguing. She snaps back to reality. She starts typing. I have a feeling its a diary but who knows? I just tell you what I see, remember. She eats and types, but noone notices her. This makes her happy, she was only noticed by one person, and he wasn't there anymore. The sunlight paints her with emotion. It covers her face and brings out feelings shes never experienced before. Shes not able to dress these feelings with the sound of her voice, pronunciating every single syllable with the ease of her unspoken language. The words are mapped out with the solid blank ink being projected by the type writer. The world shifts around her. It is night. It is day. The birds sing. The owls watch. Rain pours over tall city buildings. Sun shines upon the brown Earth and creates a smell only brought on by dirt and warm heat that is constructed by the everlasting star. She breathes in. It is only a matter of time till she wakes up and gets the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. The feeling intiated by the binding of negative thoughts. The feeling resembeling the nervousness that is passed out by the seriousness of a roller coaster. Once this feeling arrives, she knows it is time for her to go...