That evening he learned that he passed his exams with flying colors.
To celebrate, he fucked Perrie against a wall of her room, next to a window that glowed from the street light outside. It illuminated her pale skin, made her radiate and sparkle like some ethereal stone. She called him for weeks after that, incessantly, before he had Liam pick up the phone and tell her he had died. In a way, a version of him had.