You bend down and pick up the parts. Somehow you can recognise what part of the handphone they are. As you come to the processor of the handphone you close your fingers around it and nearly cry out in surprise - it's very hot!
The second time you try it's lukewarm, though, and you can hold it without much difficulty...
You think about the handphone and then remember, naturally, the time when Alicia gave it to you. You remember that had been a hell of a stressful time, in your senior year of high school; and when your handphone was stolen while you were swimming, someone having hacked the whole locker open with a fucking axe, you were this close to an aneurysm.
Thank heavens Alicia was there, though. She dragged you to look at handphones, then bought the one you wanted for you on your birthday, conveniently close by. 'I wanted to give it for Christmas, but that's months away and you might be dead by then.'
You swear your heart was playing a drum riff from some speed metal band that whole afternoon. And you did remember how you could hardly sleep for a week after that, too.
Oh, what would you have done without Alicia? ... but then you know the answer. You've been without her for some three years now.
(well, it's a lot to remember, so many years haha)