A little party never hurt anyone, that’s what your friends say. You knew that always going to parties wasn’t the healthiest way of distracting yourself. Prowling around at night was dangerous, but it kept you out of thinking. You went to parties so often that your face was sometimes recognized by strangers, but you’d try to ignore them because you want more, more attention. At night you would thrive and in the morning you would fall back into your hopeless state, and everyday would repeat. Tonight was no different, but while half the party left and half of the party were passed out on the floor and the couch, you were out on the floor staring up at the ceiling. You were unable to find the energy to get up or to pay attention to your surroundings nor fall asleep. Unexpectedly, a voice broke your empty haze of thought.

“I’m surprised to see somebody else awake,” he observed. You tilted your head back to see the owner of the voice sitting on the couch with a lit cigarette between his fingers.