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The reverbing, pulsating sound of the deep bass of the music plays in the background as the layered, resounding noise of people chanting the lyrics to whatever song is playing. The large living room was filled with perspiring bodies as they pressed against each other. Some people grinding against each other, and others simply dancing and bumping into each other. I gazingly watched as I sat on the kitchen island, downing a vodka mix of whatever was in the styrofoam cup.
The sorority party had been going for hours... the drunken bodies were stumbling around the kitchen and the living room, and I could only imagine that being me if I attempted to walk. I had at least six cups of the alcoholic beverage. I was starting to feel the effects of being faded... blurry blobs of people's faces filled my vision as I blinked them into focus.
I wasn't a big drinker. I wouldn't say I like the taste of most bitter alcohol. The pungent taste of what reminded me of nail polish remover was undesirable. But I couldn't help myself gulping down as if I wouldn't wake up in the morning regretting everything prior.
My life felt as if it was crashing down. I had just experienced my first breakup.
Breakups... it's the worst.
I had gone from being the happiest girl, being in a relationship with the same attractive, beautiful man since my first year of high school, to sitting on the counter at some sorority party alone, being wasted. Five years of a relationship destroyed, and for what? I wasn't even hit with a regular breakup line. No. It ended in screaming and yelling. I can't even remember in my current state what caused it. All I remember is the struggle to process it was truly over.
"You alright?" I heard a deep voice ask me, but I couldn't be bothered to lift my head and see who said it. I want to go home.
I thought to myself as I stumbled off the counter, balance slipping sideways, my hand reaching to grip the counter. "Home," I mumble, going into my purse as I feel for my phone. As I grab my phone, I slip through people's bodies, pushing to the entryway. I called an Uber when I reached the front door, my tight black dress beginning to feel like the wrong outfit when I stepped into the cold fall air.
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Tossing my purse onto the hardwood floors of my dorm, I throw myself down onto my bed with a groan. My vision is slightly coming back as I blink into focus.
I felt myself drifting off to sleep - or I did until I heard the faint sound of my phone dinging from beneath my body. I picked it up, squinting as I opened the notification.
Eren: Yo
Me: What do u want?
My heart dropped into my stomach at the following text. I could feel the thumping as my heart raced in my chest.
Eren: I cant stop thinking about u
Me: Eren. Don't start this
Eren: I'm rlly fcked up rn. Can i see you?
Maybe it was my drunken state... the fact I wasn't in the right mindset, but with a deep inhale, I rapidly texted back. I miss him. I need him. I drank the whole night as his face appeared in my head, and here he was, telling me he missed me.
Me: The door is unlocked.
Minutes began to feel like hours as I waited for him to arrive. The complexity of nervousness in my stomach created a nauseating feeling when I heard the sound of knocking. I can't remember opening the door. I didn't even realize I was standing before him until I was met with dull, greyed-out, verdant eyes.
"Hey..." He whispers, slightly slurring his words. He was just like me - drunk. His cheeks were flushed a somewhat pink shade as his jaw was clenched, and his mouth opened as if to speak, but he was silent.
"I need you,"
Eren, as if on cue, pulls me closer to him, my body hitting against his abed chest as he crashes his lips against mine.
I was going to regret this in the morning.
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