sweetflwerchild
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- Parts 1
The loud music blasted through the speakers. The smoke filled the air, lifting high up, into the multicolored lights. The bottles of Vodka stood tall and empty in front of me, making me crave more. I pushed through the bumping and grinding of the kids my age and stood around, looking for my friends.
I stared at my boyfriend, we made eye contact for what seemed like eternity.
"You don't belong here." He grabbed my hand as I pulled it away. "This is what want, I do belong here. This is what I what. Your supposed to make me happy, your supposed to motivate me to go after anything I want."
"I do do that to you and you know it. Now it's also my job to protect you, I don't wanna see you go down like this, we're leaving."
I stepped back and looked at him,"If you don't want to see me go, then just leave."