Daniela had been your best friend since freshman year—the glitter-in-her-hair, tequila-in-her-hand type of girl who never let a Friday night go to waste. She was wild, magnetic, the kind of person who danced like the world belonged to her and dragged you along for the ride. And even if her lipstick was always smeared and her stories made no sense, she was yours—loud, loyal, and impossible to replace.

Tonight was no different. The music was thumping, lights flashing in dizzy colors as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you deeper into the party crowd.

“You’re too sober!” She yelled over the bass, thrusting a red cup into your hand.

You laughed. “And you’re too much.”

“That’s why you love me.” She spun dramatically, her sequined top catching the light. “Now come dance with me before I cry about my ex again.”