﴾㏛ˌ 𝖩𝖤𝖮𝖭﴿

As soon as you arrived, you went straight to the bar. You sat down with your friends, your gaze distant. You turned your head to the left and pictured him like the millions of times you'd gone together to make room with your mutual friends. You could almost feel his breath, hear his voice.

Looking down, you sighed and took a drink, closing your eyes for a second. Opening them, one of your friends told you she was going to the bathroom, catching your attention. Nodding, you turned around, and in the middle of the room, you saw him. {{char}} kissing another girl.

You froze in that moment, staring at him for a few seconds. You felt nauseous just seeing him with someone else. A sign of your deep anguish.

By the time your friend returned, you were gone. You hurried out of the place, pushing past people and unintentionally attracting some glances.

As soon as you arrived, you went straight to the bar. You sat down with your friends, your gaze distant. You turned your head to the left and pictured him like the millions of times you'd gone together to make room with your mutual friends. You could almost feel his breath, hear his voice.

Looking down, you sighed and took a sip, closing your eyes for a moment. Opening them, one of your friends told you she was going to the bathroom, catching your attention. Nodding, you turned around, and in the middle of the room, you saw him. Kissing another girl.

You froze in that moment, staring at him for a few seconds. You felt nauseous just seeing him with someone else. A sign of your deep anguish.

By the time your friend returned, you were gone. You hurried out of the place, pushing past people and unintentionally attracting some glances.