he meant to just turn and leave , maybe giving her a little kiss good-bye . frantically reaching into his back pocket , ben pulled out two pieces of paper , and shouted , the notes ! my fingers scrabble back up to my elbows , and my fingernails dig into my flesh so i ca n't lose my grip on myself again . heather would deal with the article however she felt best anyway . my damn mobile phone went off ! no way could fate be that cruel . 