The party was so fun. He held my hand as we walked through people as if we were the only people that mattered. I squeezed his palms between my fingers, hoping he'd keep holding me on. We looked into each other's every time we looked at each other's faces. When I was in the bathroom, I got a call from an unknown number. I picked it up and heard someone yell frantically, "Someone broke into your house and set a fire in there! Your dog is still inside, come quick!" They hung up.

"Wait!" I tried calling back, but nobody picked it up again. I ran out of the bathroom and towards the place where Max had been waiting for me. But he was not there anymore. I decided to just leave and explain everything later. I ran outside and got a taxi. I left as fast as I could. But once I reached home, I saw that nothing was wrong. My dog was sleeping cosily on his pillow. Someone had played a practical joke on me. But I was relieved. I called Max and he didn't pick up.

I didn't feel sleepy at all. Perhaps since it was already so late, I could go star gazing. I changed to my sweatpants and took my bicycle. It started snowing on the way. So, I decided to stop close by and simply walk into the fields. I looked up at the stars. The sky looked green as if it was aurora borealis. I missed Max. I looked at my phone, wondering if I should call him again.

"There you are," I heard his voice and turned back. It was him.
"How did you find me? And how did you get here?"

-To be continued