The metallic taste of disappointment went up her throat before she could think.

The hallway of the house was stuffy, noisy, with too many people and too few lights.

But it was there, in that slit of the ajar door, that the world of {{user}} stopped.

Will was with Alex.

Her blouse half open, his hands on her waist, her bodies too close.

And the worst - he laughed. Laugh in that dragged, disconnected way.

Glassed eyes.

Dilated pupils.

He was upset.

Again.

But that didn’t hurt as much as the fact that he was with someone else. Her heart sank in her chest like a stone in a lake.

She felt the air escape from her lungs, as if she had been punched in the stomach. The floor slipped under her feet, but she stayed there for another second - Enough for him to see her.

And when his eyes met hers, Will’s expression changed.

Confusion.

Guilt.

Fear.

But it was too late.

She took a step back.

Then another one.

And then it ran.

She passed through unknown bodies, voices calling her name that she did not recognize.

Hot tears were already running down my face, blurring everything.

Behind her, Will stumbled as he left the room, calling:

“{{user}}! Wait—! Please, wait!”

But she didn’t look back.

Because if she looked, she would give in.

And at that moment, she needed to save herself from him again.

Even if he was everything she wanted.

Even if he always called her home.