Short chapter, promise there will be an exciting drama one filled for y'all tomorrow!!❤️

Poppy's POV

I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could go back in time and re-live certain moments. I wish I could feel his fingertips on me again, and the scent of him engulfing me. I wish I could feel his lips touching my body, goosebumps rising. All over again.

I wish we were still together, I wish he still loved me the way he used to. I wish he'd leave the girl he's with and come back to me, the one for him.

But most of all, I wish he'd never left.

I'll stop reminiscing now, and focus on the present and future.

With a sigh, I slip on my high heels and head out for the night. There's a fashion show tonight, of course I have to attend.

My body feels so numb nowadays. All I want to do is make people feel the pain I'm feeling. I want them to suffer just like I am, I don't want to be alone. He turned me heartless.

Once I arrive, I greet many people with a forced smile and take a seat in my assigned seat next to other socialites and celebrities. I see Kim Kardashian in the corner of my eye but I don't even react. Nothing excites me anymore.

Once the show is over, I decide to attend an after party held by a supermodel named Slemara. She's become a good friend of mine, she's a pretty girl who's idea of fun is snorting white lines and ruining marriages. I like her.

"Poppy!" Slemara exclaims, her Russian accent prominent. I smile, wrapping my arms around her crystal covered dress. She smells like expensive perfume and marijuana.

She pulls away, her piercing blue eyes sparkling in excitement. I hear the bumping music around her. "Let's go for a drink?"

I think about her offer for a moment. Then I don't. I just want to have fun tonight and forget about everything.

"I need something a little stronger than alcohol."

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"How are you feeling?" Slemara asks with a giggle, looking at the people around us, who are either drunk or high. I just shrug, too out of it to even speak.

I look up at the ceiling, The Weeknd blaring, and begin to laugh. The ceiling spins, I feel myself float. I've never felt so amazing.

I feel so great, I don't have a filter.

"Fuck Harry Styles," I blurt. Everybody becomes quiet, but I don't care. I just love this feeling. I don't feel sad anymore. Just more numb.

I think about texting him, even calling him, but I know that he doesn't care. So instead, I sit back and let the high take over me.

The night goes on, after many lines, hits, and shots, I make my way towards Slemara's bedroom and lock the door before passing out. However, I manage to set an alarm for six am. I have a photo shoot at nine.

Crazy, how this is my life now, right?

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"Gorgeous, Poppy! Breathtaking!" Mario, the photographer shouts. I smile as the artificial wind blows in my face, my hair flowing dramatically away from my makeup covered face.

I'm at a shoot for a new Chanel makeup launch. It's crazy how they advertise their makeup making it look so minimalistic, but the amount of makeup I have on my face right now makes me feel like I'm some Instagram model.

I give new angles, my eyes never leaving the lens. I feel so good, so alive. I love photoshoots.

The flash kind of hurts my eyes after a while, but I'm not complaining, it's something I'm used to.

"Alright, we're done for the day, great job Winsley!" Mario exclaims, stepping away from his camera and smiling widely with his sparkly white teeth.

I smile lightly and make my way towards the makeup room to get everything off. I just want to eat some frozen yogurt and lay in bed, without all this on my face.

I make my way home shortly after, not before stopping for some frozen yogurt of course!

A part of me wants to go shopping and buy a new Birkin bag to help cure my sadness, but then the other part of me wants to take a nap and try to sleep everything away.

But no matter how many purses I buy, no matter how many hours of sleep I get, the emptiness in my heart will never cease. Not even money can buy what I'm longing for.