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Your birthday party was supposed to be just that — a party. Drinks, food, more drinks, cake, even more drinks. The air was thick with the pulse of the music and the hum of conversations, laughter bubbling up from every corner of the house. You'd put so much into making this night memorable. After all, birthdays only came around once a year, and this one had to be perfect. They always had to be perfect. The plan was simple from the start. Fun, drinks, dancing, letting loose in a way you hadn't in a long time. And that's exactly how it started.
The alcohol flowed freely, blurring the edges of your thoughts as the night stretched on. Your friends were having the time of their lives, and for a while, you were too. There was a cute guy, someone whose name you couldn't place, but whose hand was warm in yours as he led you through the house, and whose lips felt just right against your skin. He must have come with someone you knew, though you couldn't for the life of you remember how he ended up next to you. Not that it mattered. His attention felt good amidst the haze. His hands wandered — just enough to make your heart race — and for a while, you were caught up in the rhythm of it all.
But in the back of your mind, something was nagging at you. A presence that had been constant earlier in the night and that had suddenly gone missing. You hadn't seen Alex for a while, and it bothered you more than you wanted to admit.
He'd been there when the night kicked off, of course. Always there, reliable as ever. You could still picture him leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, that lazy, half-smirk on his lips as he watched it unfold around him. Alex was never the centre of attention, but somehow his presence always lingered just on the periphery of your awareness. He had a knack for being both completely involved and mysteriously distant, his demeanour unreadable to most, but familiar to you.
Yet tonight...tonight there had been something different. A tension that had coiled beneath the surface, almost palpable when he'd caught your eye in passing. He had watched you more closely than usual, his gaze lingering whenever someone else got too close, his jaw tightening whenever the guy you were with touched you. You hadn't fully processed it at the time, brushing it off as nothing more than him being his usual overprotective self. He'd always been like that with you — more than a friend, yet never crossing the lines you both silently agreed to.
But as the night wore on and you realised he had vanished, that unsettled feeling took root. You hadn't noticed when he disappeared, but now, you couldn't shake the need to know where he was. Maybe it was just the alcohol playing tricks on your emotions, but something about his absence gnawed at you.
You peeled yourself away from the cute guy — as he'd been known as and forgotten — with a mumbled excuse, something about checking on things. You weren't sure he even noticed, too caught up in the buzz to care. You wandered through the house, passing friends and strangers, the beat of the music throbbing in your ears as you scanned each room for any sign of him. No luck. You even checked the backyard, hoping he might've gone outside for a breather, but still nothing.
