The return

2.

Since I saw Trey , I agreed to join every party my friends were invited to, but I didn't see him. I haven't heard from him. I did wonder where he went , what happened to him, but school got into my head and thoughts about him vanished away.

Today was just another party, and I decided to go because it was my friends birthday , and he threw the party at my other friends house . This house was my favorite place to be , so many memories , so many laughs and tears.

I wore my favorite black lace dress , there was a zipper down my back , it fit my body so well . Black heels and red purse . I was ready to go.

My friend Sam picked me up and we left to go to his house .When we arrived I got anxious , there was so many people , outside the house , inside the house. Everyone carrying drinks and chatting. I took champagne and went inside the house . Spotting rest of my friends waving at me, showing me to go up to them.

I walked up to them and said hi . We were talking for a bit until something caught my eye . It was Trey's friend. Does it mean he's here too ? Could that be true ? No, he hasn't attended previous parties , there's no chance he's here.

My other friend came up to me, and politely asked me if I could bring him ibuprofen , because he had a headache, so I went to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets where was a wooden box with medicine inside .

I've lived in this house before , my ex boyfriend bought it if I'm completely honest . He bought it for him and his friends ( who are my friends too ) ,that house was like my getaway home, if I had issues with school or my family , I went there and my friends always cheered me up . When me and my boyfriend broke up , he moved back home but his friends still live here . I don't visit as often as I did , but nothing has changed here. Not a single thing .

Despite the fact , it's my ex boyfriends house and we had memories here , it didn't upset me. Still doesn't .He was my first love , but sometimes you can't hold onto any longer. You try to help and be supportive, but it's not good for you . He had to just try and overcome his problems, but he didn't even want to try, not for me, not for his family or friends, and I couldn't stay anymore , slowly destroying myself .

Digging through the box, I heard raspy voice which reminded me of Trey. I looked back and my heart stopped , it was Trey. That was him, standing in the living room, and shaking hands with everyone. Oh my god. What do I do. He was smiling and that just made me weak.

I turned back so he wouldn't notice me. Especially when I was staring at him like a freak . I kept digging through the box but I couldn't find what I was looking for , my hands shaking and I felt dizzy .

I don't know why I had a reaction like this, maybe because I was scared he would see me and walk away, maybe he doesn't remember me, maybe he's going to be up all night with someone else this time .

Perfume . His perfume . The strong, bitter and sweet scent . I didn't have to look up to know  that it was him who came up and stood next to me. He turned his back to the countertop, facing me.

" Hello."

I knew I had to look up and talk to him , but I was so nervous. I knew that if I'm going to look at him I'm going to be fucked.

I slowly looked up and he gave me the biggest smile, making me wanna smile back.

" Oh hi. I didn't see you ." If he only knew. I quickly replied and kept looking for medicine, now not only my hands shaking , but knees going weak .