"Hey, you came!"

I give him a forced smile and close the door behind me. He comes closer to greet me, but I move away and keep a fair distance between us. Why is he speaking to me, anyway?

I look around and... sigh. I'm already regretting coming here. This isn't my jam at all and I don't even know what made me change my mind—I was convinced I wasn't going to set foot in this place. Well... I do know what, or rather, who changed my mind...

I turn away from him and with my eyes scan the room for her blonde hair, which is a difficult task, since there are at least one hundred and fifty people in this house. This is the hardest Where's Wally? I've ever played.

After a while, still no luck—I can't seem to locate her among so many people. But, just then, I trip over a person who spills—what appears to be alcohol—on my black dress.

Fuck. Whoever it is is going to....

And that's when I see her. That's when our eyes meet. Her face shows surprise as does mine. Her lips are parted as are mine and our eyes...wide open. It's obvious that neither of us expected to be like this again—facing each other... after such a long time. After so many months, days, weeks and hours without... each other's company.

We both remain silent. Neither of us knows what to say, because what is the first thing you say to a person with whom you have been through so much, but at the same time so little?

Her expression changes, and her face now expresses concern and anger. I frown and tilt my head to one side, confused. What's wrong with her?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asks to my surprise, raising her voice. Her tone tinged with anger.

My frown deepens and my confusion grows. What's going on? I understand absolutely nothing. I thought she was going to be happy to see me after so long, but I realize she's not. She acts the same way she did the last time we spoke to each other. She's still a stupid piece of shit who doesn't care about other people's feelings. I don't understand how I was so naive again to even think she would change this time.

"What am I doing here? Isn't it obvious?" I ask, annoyed by what she just said.

And after saying that last thing, my vision blurs and everything goes black, as if someone had turned off the lights. I can't see anything and I can't remember anything. The only thing I do recall are hands touching my body, but after that everything is a non-existent memory.