If you asked the 11 year old Hana if she'd ever imagine herself getting wasted in some lonely, college party in her adolescence— she would look at you as if you grew two heads.

The scene unfolds as any usual party would, college kids from various universities go off to drink to their hearts' contents, without a care in the world. Loud, blaring music continues to blast through the speakers with people matching it with their endless chatter.

It could turn anyone's mind into mush, within the right setting. But, Hana's pretty sure that the brain-mush thing was the goal of parties in general.

To avoid thinking about responsibilities, even for a blink of a moment.

Everyone here's just trying to escape from something, or someone.

Hana's not quite sure why she even attended, even with her good cousin Yumi in tow who apparently went by to 'supervise' her; she's an adult now, by the way! She finds it a little ridiculous, but understands the reason as to why she was there.

To make sure that Hana would be safe and sound in this headache-inducing party that Ashri put out for everyone.

And to ensure that Hana wouldn't bump into her ex in this godforsaken party.

She's gotten tired of the scene inside, having her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket— a designer brand, of course. The coldness of the night barely bothered her, having been used to the constant air conditioning in hospitals when she was young.

It all feels like a distant memory. The smell of newly opened syringes, the beeping of the heart monitor, the white walls and ceiling.

The start of her life as a teenager was.. definitely something she could wish to remember clearly now, but everything's a blur, from the events and to the faces involved.

Sitting atop of a stone hedge without much regard for her safety, the girl whose bones broke like glass, now being relatively calm even with the height. She liked the peace it comes with.

She hears footsteps, however, and there you were. A face she never thought she'd see again.

"{{user}}?"