A/N: I don't like to do this but i have no clue how to describe my image so here!!
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The sun was setting as I reapplied my cherry pink lip gloss, heels clicking on the sidewalk. Despite it being somewhat bright out, the club I frequented on weekends had lights that still managed to stick out. I held my head high, basking in the glances I received from people. My black heels complimented the shine of my silvery dress and for those moments, with everyone looking at me as if I was a goddess, I could pretend everything was okay.
Though, it really wasn't, nothing was okay. I mean, that was a little extreme but the past few months I had felt worse than ever. Emptiness, loneliness, misery, extremely anxious, all of it. After a bitter breakup, I barely wanted to leave the house. Then, after getting dragged out by some friends, I never wanted to be home. Now, I was mingling in the same club every weekend for over two months. The bouncers didn't even bother to check my ID anymore.
When I walked in, I was met with the bright and colorful lights that somewhat lit up the dark club. Loud pop music filled the air and I mingled around, ordering a quick drink and finishing it before making my way to the dance floor. Sure, I came often but I also wasn't aiming for a painful hangover every Sunday morning. The lights made it so mainly color stuck out, otherwise pretty dark, blues and greens and pinks flashing across my bare skin.
I danced for a while, until my legs hurt and I was thirsty. The entire time, I excused the random guys feeling me up, the touches that made my skin burn in the most unappealing way, the feelings that I hated. It's a distraction I repeated to myself throughout the night.
As I slumped at the bar, ready to order anything to cure my thirst, a gentle hand landed on my waist. Glancing up, I was met with a boy who had green hair and slight stubble. He stood above me and didn't look like he was partying surprisingly, wearing a simple black sweatshirt. He smiled softly before beckoning the bar tender over and ordering two ice waters. He then sat next to me, smiling slightly before opening his mouth.
"You looked close to passing out, I had to make sure you got some water," he shrugged. Smiling graciously, my heart swelled. No one had shown me that they cared like that in a long time.
"Thank you, so much honestly." He nodded his head, then extended his hand. Grasping it, I felt his soft palms against mine, his grip tight.
"Awsten." His teeth were shiny white and he smelled of nice cologne, not alcohol like everyone else.
"Y/N, it's nice to meet you." He agreed, both of us continuing to make small talk as the hours passed. When I had shown up, it was 7 pm and I was ready to party so hard I was sore. Instead, I spent most of my night sitting on a barstool discussing music and life with a green haired boy. My phone lit up with a notification and I saw the time, 12.
"Wow, Awsten, I haven't seen you have anything all night. Can I offer you anything? I'll pay, I swear." His cheeks turned pink and he shook his head, laughing awkwardly.
