"I'm nearing the end of my 4th year."
It was a few hours away from the prom. You were completely nerve wracked. Your hands shaked, anxiety arose in a way as it had neve before as your mother helped you out with your hairdo.
"Everyone seems to say: 'It was so great'. But did i miss out? Was it a huge mistake?"
For as much as the prom felt like the realization of your life, the peak point of any girl with a boyfriend, you couldn't help but have a bad feeling in your gut. It was as if your mind knew something was going to happen, but didn't know exactly what.
"I tend to handle things, usually by myself, and I can never seen to try and ask for help."
You asked Armin to help you down the stairs of your apartment complex as you two walked, he looked mesmerized by your appearance.
The boy himself wore a cute, purple suit with a few accessories, matching your aquamarine dress. Your hand in his was comforting, you two walked inside the school.
Oh, how you wish you hadn't.
After around an hour and a half, Armin said he was going to the bathroom and simply disappeared. You tried to ignore the bad feeling, but something was just calling you inside that dressing room.
Your heart dank, you froze, breathless at the sight right before your eyes.
"What? Do you want to keep me company?" Ambre asked condescendingly. "Were the lab lessons not enough?" She jabbed teasingly.
"Maybe not." Armin replied, proceeding to grab her by the waist and start kissing her fiercely.
Now "I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress, i'd be the prom queen if crying was the contest."
You called your father, crying compulsively under the bathroom's sink, begging for him to come pick you up.
"Makeup is running down, feelings are all around. How did I get here, I NEED TO KNOW."