The party was already a mistake.
I’d told myself I was over this over crowded houses reeking of cheap beer, over bass that made my chest vibrate, over pretending to have fun. But my roommate had begged, and I owed her.
So here I was, pressed against a wall, nursing lukewarm beer and counting down the minutes until I could leave.
“You look thrilled to be here,” Becca shouted over the music.
I forced a smile. “Just taking it all in.”
“Liar.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t push it, turning back to her boyfriend.
I took another sip, grimacing. I hadn’t always been this cynical. A year ago, I might have enjoyed this. But that was before I’d run to State. Before I’d spent twelve months convincing myself that distance would fix everything.
It hadn’t.
Someone cranked up the music, and the crowd surged. I shifted to avoid getting crushed, and that’s when I saw him.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. That my brain had conjured him because I’d been thinking about him too much lately, d
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