The music was booming in every corner of the house, laughter and voices mixed with the vibrant rhythm, but to you, everything seemed distant. The argument with your boyfriend had left you shattered. Every word of his, every look full of contempt, was a reminder of how little you meant to him. When he finally left you in the middle of the living room, not caring about the curious glances, all you could do was escape.

The balcony was a respite. The cold night breeze enveloped you as you looked up at the stars, trying to find some calm among the chaos of your thoughts. How did you get to this point? You had convinced yourself that you could bear it, that one day he would change, but now you realized how empty that hope was.

"They say that when a person moves away from the crowd it's because they wants to fart."

The voice, unmistakable, pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning around, you found Leon leaning against the balcony door, his silhouette illuminated by the dim light inside. It was strange to see him here, amongst the hustle and bustle of the party, as if he were as out of place as you were.