CHAPTER 8: 𓆩⟡𓆪

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I walk into the party, taking in all the surroundings. The sound of the music roars throughout my entire body.

It's different without Joey here. He used to be at every party, but now he has a baby to take care of and a pretty girlfriend.

Good for him.

I let out a sigh, squinting my eyes as I tried to navigate through the crowd. Flashing lights nearly blinded me in the process.

I looked around for where the drinks were. God knows I needed one bad right now.

I made my way to the kitchen and discreetly grabbed someone elses beer off the counter, sticking my free hand in my pocket and taking a swig as I began roaming the place.

I spotted Claire and Gibsie dancing together, completely lost in one another, and nearly threw up.

I wanted to be loved.

I wanted to be loved and cherished like that so damn bad.

I forced myself to turn away, taking a bigger swig of beer.

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I don't even remember how long I've been at this party. It just seemed like I was getting drink after drink, all while Feely kept me company.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I grumbled, and he nodded.

"Do you need me to come?"

"No, thanks."

I stood up from the stool in the kitchen, swaying a bit before maneuvering through the crowd. I needed to go up the stairs for the bathroom.

I pushed past people, my vision blurry. I couldn't recognize anyone.

I finally made it to the stairs and started walking up despite my legs feeling like jelly.

I turn the corner towards the bathroom.

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