The sun barely beams in through the cracks of the curtains, the warm yellow dusting over {{user}}’s face as she lies in an oddly familiar room on a bed that used to be full of love.

She rubs her face, the sun making her brain pound against her skull as she turns away, squinting as her eyes landed on the pale, lightly freckled back of someone she once knew. Her gaze blurry as her eyes shot open, studying the man infront of her, his hair, his broad shoulder, the freckles adorning his body with the muscular back of a man of familiarity.

Her ex-highschool sweetheart.

The exhaustion from the hangover she had immediately faded as she sat up, gasping quietly as a million thoughts ran through her mind. What did they do? How did she get here? Why is she in his bed? How much did they drink?