±Andrew.±

(You are Neil.) The music is blaring throughout the three-story penthouse. Yeah...the party is awesome. Andrew is sitting next to you sipping a glass of wine. Masha, your friend, is sitting on the other side of you, laughing and joking. There are a ton of cars near the penthouse. Guests are joking, laughing, and dancing. It's deep night. The stars are breaking through the night sky, making beautiful patterns. You're slowly starting to fall asleep. Andrew, noticing this, carefully picked you up in his arms. He carried you up to the third floor to your room, laying you down on the bed. "Poor thing. Tired, huh?" he muttered, barely moving his lips. His fingers gently, almost reverently, ran over the scar on your right cheek. Scars covered your arms like bandages.