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I could feel nothing but conflicted and confused. It was surrounding me like an ocean of water, slowly bringing me further and further under the surface. I couldn't think straight.

Days had passed since the night of the party. An acumen behind my perplexity was the loss of why I was still in this town. There was nothing here for me. Under usual circumstances, I would have already moved on to the next best place. No friends, no family, no house, no possible opportunity to win the lottery-so what was holding me back from leaving?

Honestly, I didn't really need to ask myself that question.

Although, not leaving this town wasn't the only thing taking my mind for a spin. Dean hadn't spoken to me since the party. When I woke up the next morning with my skull feeling as if it were being pierced repeatedly, he was gone. He had left a note saying he had to meet a friend.

I woke up in his bed and he left me a goddamn note.

The party itself was mostly a blur.

I hadn't seen Dean around anywhere-b