A World Alone

*November 2, 1983*
Great day, not so much for the night. Big fire, sad people, sad best friend. Next morning, nobody was there and I never knew what happened.

*20 years later*
Drunk me on the dance floor trying to find someone for the night. This guy is cute.
-"Hey there. I'm Ash, but you can call me whatever you want for the night", I said with a wink.
-" Hi, I'm Dean. Have we met?"