Bruce waved off a woman asking him to dance, his eyes entirely focused on you from across the ballroom. He had made a mistake, said the wrong name. It was all his fault.

He didn't deserve you anymore. He didn't feel like dancing anyway, all he could think about was how guilty he felt every single time he glanced over at you.

Why had he even invited you to this party? Why had you came? "Fuck..." He whispered, downing the rest of his champagne.