Novel & Cerita Just Last Night

Not the last. Never the last.

And then some more. We barely got any sleep that night. The End.

Even when everything about her father seems strange, like his voice, the strange number, and the strange way he seems to act as he cares. She even told him about starting her new job but she never told him she now dance at a club. Even when he promised he would be sending her some money, told her not to work, said he is proud of her to be an independent woman and that he loves her. 'I love you, Melissa' Was always his last statement. That last word had kept Melissa puzzled, her father hardly talks to her, much more telling her he loves her and would always be. She couldn't ask about his former number, instead, she saved it as 'Dad 2'.

Just making sure. What else could I say? Thanks again for last night? Instead of making a fool of myself, I didn’t text back. And neither did he.

What was I doing last night? I sit up. “Good morning!” Tami is curled in an armchair, flicking through the television. Of course, she looks amazing. “What time is it?” My lips seem to stick together when I open them, it’s hard to speak. “Just past three.” “Did I fall asleep watching the movie?” “What movie?” “Just Go with It.” “Babe, we were watching Tele during pre-drinks.” I can’t help but laugh. “Wow.” My back hurts. I shouldn’t have slept on the couch. “Good night then?” She gives me an odd look. Or am I imagining that?

With a grateful sigh, I reached for them, silently acknowledging Aaron's considerate gesture. "What happened last night?" I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. Aaron glanced up from his laptop, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Ah, the queen awakens. How's your head?" I shot him a wry grin as I downed the painkillers with a gulp of water. "Better, thanks." Memories of the previous night began to surface, hazy and fragmented. Dancing, laughter, and too many shots of tequila – all swirling together.

I picked up my fork and shoveled food into my mouth mechanically. Everything I swallowed tasted like nothing, as if I were chewing cardboard. Soon? There was no soon. Not for me. After dinner, Mom and Dad took me out to walk around the neighborhood. The open lot outside was packed with people, laughter and chatter rising from every direction in a wash of celebration. None of it had anything to do with me. I stood at the dark edge of the crowd, my gaze drifting past the sea of faces to the abandoned building in the distance. It loomed alone against the night sky, no lights, just a dark, hulking shape crouched in the darkness.

The man from last night. My lips parted, but the words tangled in my throat. My knees wobbled under me. “You—”

I interject. “So much violence early in the morning.” She sighs. “I’m serious," I try to glare at her but I just squint instead. She waves the packet of chips in front of my face. I roll my eyes. "What did I do last night?” I ask. “All I can say is ‘It ain’t my fault and Midnight Sun' by Zara Larsson was playing.” “And..." I sigh. "I was twerking?” “What do you think?” She grins.

So he hurried back to the room to get his cellphone. He would have called me in those moments when he saw my text message to him_, "Hi Mike, I'm sorry if I left and didn't wake you as well as didn't even say goodbye to you. I don't want to disturb you as much or disturb your deep sleep. "And what about what happened to us last night? Maybe we shouldn't think about it now," I said. Since he had already read my text message to him, he did not continue his plan to call me because he already felt calm.