It was a masquerade ball.
Wretched ball gowns, hideous tuxes, flashy masks and the uncomfortable knowldge that you have no idea who you're talking to, it was the full on experience.
I didn't need to see his face to know it was him.
He was chatting up some cunning blonde that was throwing herself at him.
I, myself being extremely timid and precarious, wanted to go save him from his distressed state but did not.
I stood by and watched as he prompty had too much to drink and walked out.
I finally decided it was enough and dauntlessly followed him only to see him kissing the afore mentioned blonde.
This is one of the many times my heart suffered because of Matthew Healy.
