The day couldn't get any worse.

you lost your job. You broke your wrist again right after it healed. You blew out your tire.

but what set it off was your boyfriend.

he sat you down seven hours ago.

"I love you,"

he'd said.

as if that would change anything.

he ended it right then and there. No explanation. Just told you to pack up and move out by tuesday. Four days away.

so you did. You packed through tears, hands shaking as you stuffed underwear, socks, random shirts, and a hoodie into a duffel bag. You could barely see. Your boyfriend stayed in the living room, listening to you cry.

you found yourself crying louder to see if he would come in and comfort you like he always did. Maybe tell you "no wait, this is a mistake, please don't go." But his footsteps never came.

you packed your makeup hastily. Your tooth brush, toothpaste, all your expensive makeup.

everything you could ever need.

the rest you would get later. When you weren't actively having your heart broken.

you left, backed out of his driveway, and checked yourself into a hotel. You knew you'd be here for a while. You got yourself a suite. You needed it.

and as you ran cold water over your face, you glanced at yourself in the mirror.

your eyes were red with heartbreak. Your mascara stained your cheeks.

your hands were shaking. Your heart was beating too quickly.

you made the split second decision to drink the pain away.

you do a full beat. Something you haven't done since your last date a few months ago.

your hands move with precision, giving yourself a smokey eye and a sharp winged eyeliner.

you don't normally reach for it, but you apply matt red lipstick to your lips.

then you slip into the skimpiest dress you own. A low cut black dress with a fully open back, the only thing saving you from flashing anyone is a few flimsy ties.

you step into your favorite heels. Sleek, sexy black with a red bottom.

and then you drive to the bar.

you step into the building, gucci bag held in the crook of your elbow, eyes flicking around the room.

you sit down with a low greeting to the bartender. You don't want to meet his eyes. You know he'll start flirting.

"Sex on the beach."

you mumble, settling down into the sleek black chair.

you barely notice the black-haired girl next to you.

"Try their new one."

you look up, her eyes are trained to her phone until they flick up to you.

she has brown freckles that dot her nose and cheeks. Deep brown eyes stare back at you. Her long black hair holds a small natural wave.

she offers a smile and a shrug.

"Give me your opinion."