The party was going full swing. The apartment was totally packed, bodies pressing against each other, the air thick with the smell of booze and the haze of drugs. Music pounded through the space, a relentless beat that seemed to echo the chaos of my thoughts.
But none of it reached me, not really. I navigated through the sea of faces and bodies, feeling more like a ghost than a participant.
This used to be my scene, the typical college party where everything was about forgetting who you were and losing yourself in the moment. But now? It just felt empty, a meaningless distraction that couldn't fill the void inside me. I was lost, completely adrift in a haze of my own making. I was high, drunk, and loathing every second of it because I knew the truth. I had left Teagan within grasping di
