The music is loud, voices are drowning. People are parched, the drinks keep pouring.
Why am I here? I don't want to be here. It's shit. Work Christmas parties are always shit. I wanted to be out with him. But I haven't heard from him in days, so I'm here. Bored. Underwhelmed.
Someone says something and laughs. I turned and stare blankly, it was a joke I suppose. I open my mouth to respond-it vibrates in my bag. I reach in and dig it out. Its him.
Be safe...I worry.
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