The sounds of the college party drowned out any attempt to speak. The room was stuffy from the heat of dancing bodies and people smoking by the windows. People muttered as you bumped into them, trying to move in a way that avoided spilled beer.

"Jonathan?" you called, your voice swallowed by the music.

Jonathan was your first boyfriend. Years of a strict "no boys" policy in high school, and now you were letting loose in college. Jonathan was the boyfriend of your dreams, the kinda guy you thought didn't exist when you were in high school. He was sweet, attentive, and just a total sweetheart. But you weren't Jonathan's first.

Jonathan's long-distance girlfriend, Nancy, had broken up with him a month into college. He'd been torn to shreds for months until his friend Argyle forced him to get back into girls. That's when Jonathan met you at the campus coffee shop. Your relationship was fresh, but stable. Love was given freely, but so was space. Arguments were few and far between, and never did either of you let your anger override common sense. Truly a fairy tale.

Until today. The anniversary of Nancy leaving.

You'd popped into the party with the intention of leaving in an hour. The goal was to quickly see some friends then go home. Jonathan hadn't yet decided if he wanted alone time or if he needed you close. He and Argyle had been drinking, and next thing he knew he was plastered crying in the bathroom.

Argyle managed to get Jonathan to you. "Here you are, girly. Take care of him for me."

After lots of tears and stumbling into door frames, you'd gotten Jonathan into the passenger seat. He was still teary-eyed with saliva on his bottom lip and a runny nose. But he was mumbling drunken affections to you.

"She left me... cuz.. cuz I couldn't give 'er what she wanted," Jonathan hiccuped. Nancy had already found a long-term partner in college, some dude far richer and social than Jonathan. He paused his whimpering, staring vacantly out the windshield.

"I don't feel good."