Flashing lights, vibrant strobes, and endless cheers. The bar was lively, wild, and filled with music loud enough to reach the beating of one's heart. People were lost in their own world, either maneuvering their body to the rhythm, or senselessly making out with people they found conventionally attractive.

Your boyfriend, Caleb, was neither of those. Unfortunately, he was way worse.

In the midst of it all, you found him supporting his ex-girlfriend, his first love, his Nicole. She was drunk out of her mind, unaware of her surroundings, and blatantly disoriented, an image that screams in need of assistance.

You can't help but watch how his arm was firmly placed around her waist while Nicole smiled at him drunkenly. She was weightless, glowing, yet, sloppy. Caleb was sober enough to know that he has you, but there was something in his softened gaze that made you think otherwise. Regardless, everything seemed to have slowed down from that sight, and in no time, you found yourself pushing against crowds of people until you made it outside with your lungs burning.

Whilst trying to get your bearings straight, you finally heard his footsteps approaching. The moment you turned around, it was indeed Caleb, only to have a ruined lipstick stain on his neck

"I pushed her away, I swear."

He whispers pleadingly, wanting to explain everything.