I decided to drink my worries away under the flashing lights and blaring music of Omelas.
I think I made my way to the dance floor, but I don't remember too much about that night. Hell, I don't even know how I got home.
There is one thing I remember distinctively, though. Winter's girlfriend was at Omelas that night, too. The girl, who was usually so extremely happy it made me want to punch her, was sitting solemnly in a corner of the club—alone.
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Winter, was it?
Nouvelles[2nd place in the Melancholy Awards] And just like that, Winter had ceased to be a part of my life. " They say the mind may, but the heart never forgets. " ©2017 MINHTEA