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I knew it wasn't a good idea coming to this party in the first place. But now things had gotten worse. That alcohol I had drank to drown my sorrows was fighting back. I had gone too far. My vision suddenly went dizzy and my stomach swirled around in circles. I felt like I was going to be sick. Before anything could happen, I pushed past the crowd of oblivious people and made my way to the bathroom, which was tucked into the corner of this venue.

The bathroom was usually grey, but was made almost black due to the dim lighting and suffocating cigarette smoke. I coughed lightly, feeling even more sick. I fell onto the sink as I dizzily tripped into the bathroom, the door slowly closing behind me. My headache raged and became unbearable. I held the sides of my head to try and ease the pain. I recovered myself and stumbled my way into the first unlocked stall I saw. I later found out that all of the stalls were unlocked because everyone had left to go do shots, but at the time it didn't matter.

Without even turning around to lock the stall door, which admittedly was quite broken, I knelt down on my knees, pulled my hair back, and just threw up. It looked almost like mud and I didn't even remember what I had eaten that day. But I wasn't too focused on that. After a few minutes, I stood up, wiped my mouth with the back of my right hand and flushed the toilet. I turned around and let go of my hair, only letting it fall onto my back, and opened the door. I was still the only one in the bathroom, thankfully.

I made my way over to the sinks, still with a pounding headache and cross-eyed vision. I turned the tap on and cold water started rushing out. The noise of the tap squeaking was insufferable, but I had to get rid of the vomit. God, I was an idiot. I washed my hands first, then my face.

Once I had removed all traces, I walked over to the main door and locked it. It's not like anyone would be needing the bathroom anyway. After all, there was another bathroom outside. They could just use that one. I walked back over to the sink again and looked at myself in the mirror. The mirror was covered in fingerprints, water and other mysterious substances, but I could sort of see myself. My bright red lipstick was smudged all over my chin, and my mascara was somehow all I've my forehead. I stared at myself in the mirror. The noise of people talking outside the door was deafening, but it was still better than actually being out there.

I felt anger, and regret and immense disappointment, tinged with sadness. How could I have been so foolish? I sighed and hastily staggered over to the bench that was just by the door. Which would usually be used for people waiting for their friends or waiting to use the bathroom, presumably. I sat down and started to think. My mind wandered all over the place but I couldn't stop thinking about the events that unfolded today. I couldn't stop thinking about that breakup.  Goodness, could I ever? Why choose today of all days to let me go? On the day of the party I had been looking forward to for ages. Not that anyone would care if I was here anyway. I lent back onto the bench, the metal frame creaking slightly as I did so.

That's when it started playing. Our song. I was going to dance to it with that person today. I guess that changed.

𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

I perked my head up. 'Not now,' I thought. 'Anytime, but not now.'

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣

'𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙' I sang along to this part. I let out a little chuckle, not because it was funny, but because I couldn't believe it. Of course. Right now was time they'd play our song.

𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

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