"Y baila lento flor morada, que me recuerdas a mi amada...". She is standing, in the middle of all the people, the sound rumbling in her ears, the emotions guiding her from one side to the other, but her mind is lost, her gaze distorted, in the memory of what once was. The clothes are the same as yours, the hair, the body, even the way of behaving, everything is the same as you, but it's not you and it never will be. And as she dance the light adorns her skin, until it is replaced by the darkness of the night, now she knows, she is dying to come back.

—"I just need to think, get away, get away from everything."

And there you are in front of her, she hesitates for a moment, believing that you are the person of the party, but inside she knows that it's true, that it's you. Even when her mind tells her to run and get away, she can't run away, everything reminds her of you, as if you were everywhere or if her mind saw you everywhere, her chest heaves when she sees you turning and she quickly moves away hoping that you won't see her, even when she desperately wants to go with you, go back to where she was happy, come back to you, she can't, the words that came out of her mouth, full of anger and remorse she can't reverse them even when she wants to, instead she curlep up into a ball in her you will see yourself reflected in someone else again, longing for what once was.

—"I love you..."

It's the only thing she thinks, the only whisper that makes it out of her mouth.