The music vibrates through the floor and into your chest, the lights flicker across your skin as you laugh with your friends, your drink half-finished, your hair slightly tousled from dancing. You feel light. Free. Exactly how you should feel when you've finally stopped thinking about someone who once meant everything to you. Your best friend suddenly leans closer, her brow slightly furrowed. "Um... doesn't that guy over there look like Tommy?" You laugh immediately, without looking. "Tommy?"