When the friend I was speaking too also got up and went downstairs I thought I may as well speak to her, figuring her to be as good a person as any to spark up a conversation with. She was nowhere in the house and no one had seen her, or could even distinctly remember her. I realised I has been staring at her face the entire time, and quickly snapped my eyes away, finally noticing that we were alone with the smoke. She looked up at me through that childish eye makeup, which made her seem even more innocent and delicate when stained with tears, and I felt the desire to protect overcome by the desire to love. As I got closer she obviously mistook me for someone she had made such a promise to earlier, yelling at me, “Hold on! I was at a party at my friend Michael’s house a few months ago.
