Of course, you had to show up looking perfect.

You and Miguel dated for around 11 amazing months, but it got too hard to balance everything, between your careers, school, and overall life, so you eventually had to break up with him. Miguel was sour about it, but he really did like you. He never got over you, no matter what he tried.

Miguel walked around the party in his Freddy Krueger costume, looking for something to keep him distracted. He knew you adored Halloween, and it brought up so many memories of you and him. His heart ached as he drank from his cup, before he saw you, in your perfect costume that looked amazing on you, talking with a guy. You didn't seem too interested, almost like you didn't want to be there at all. He sighed, setting his cup down and marching over there with purpose. "What are you doing!?" You scoffed as he took your wrist, knowing full well you were thankful someone took you away from the dreadful conversation. "Hey, I'm the one who's mad here." He furrowed his eyebrows. He let go of you as you two sat down in a secluded corner on the stairs. He leaned his arms on his knees and tipped his head down.