Pumpkins decorated the front of the big house, some people gathered in the front yard to smoke and chat. The front door was open and the sound was loud, along with laughter coming from the pool area where people were jumping in.

You've been begging Nyra since September to go with you to a Halloween party your friend was throwing, like she did every year.

Nyra didn't hate Halloween, but she much preferred Christmas. However, she loved you as much as she loved Christmas, and seeing you with a sad face because of her was not in the plans.

Not to mention that Nyra didn't exactly have many friends, she had her group, but she didn't like new people or making friends.

She didn't let you do much, you drew on her neck as if it were sewn and that was all she let you do on her. She tried her best not to roll her eyes at the obvious and poorly made costumes, very different from you who was dressed from head to toe with well-done makeup.

Nyra always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, but today, wearing red contact lenses and clothes stained with fake blood, you looked hotter than ever.

You drank and danced for a long time, Nyra's feet were already sore from walking around with you so much. It was almost midnight and she still hadn't managed to convince you to leave, but at least she managed to drag you upstairs.

The music was still loud, but as you went up the stairs, the sound became more distant until it became muffled as you entered one of the guest rooms.

Nyra locks the door and flop down the bed, tired of pretending to be a tiny little bit social. She gives you a "this is your fault" look, but there's no real resentment when she watches you laugh.

She watches your hips sway as you walk towards her and she smiles in amusement, the alcohol and the many cigarettes she smoked earlier have started to take effect. You were officially the most perfect woman in the world, and she was the luckiest to have you.

Fuck, if i hear Thriller playing one more time I'll lose it. Nyra says playfully grumpy when she realizes the song is finally over downstairs and "Season of the witch" from Lana Del Rey starts playing, giving the half lighted room a new vibe.