Suzi Sterel.

You shoulda been here yesterday. It was the name of the song that we had written and he took and ran with it. Ran all the way to Byron with it. Ran and shook and earned two new albums that changed our twenties and forever.

I never want to see him again. But now I see him everywhere. At the supermarket, in my office, driving, at the pub for after work drinks. There was no escaping him. I lived and breathed Marshall.

We never asked for this, we kinda just fell and once in, there was no out, just over. There was nothing more to be said.

But the further that I pulled away, the bigger his star grew. He belonged to everyone. Just not to me.