The Halloween party had gotten louder with every passing hour.

Music shook the walls of the gymnasium, fake cobwebs hung from the ceiling, students laughed in ridiculous costumes, and somewhere in the middle of it all, you’d had way too much to drink.

You could barely remember who kept handing you those red cups.

“Just Coke,” someone had said.

It definitely wasn’t.

Your vision swayed with every step as you stumbled out of the crowded hall, heels scraping against the pavement outside. The cold autumn air hit your face, but it did nothing to sober you up.

“H-Hey…” you mumbled to no one in particular, giggling weakly before losing your balance.

Your body tipped forward.

You braced yourself for the painful impact, but a pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground.

“…Careful.”

That voice.

Your blurry eyes slowly lifted.

Even through your drunken haze, you’d recognize that face anywhere.

Martin — Your ex.

The person who had once been your entire world, and your biggest heartbreak