by Alex Thornber
She could hear the muffled party sounds through the floor as he led her to an empty room. She could almost make out a conversation taking place downstairs. He closed the door behind them but she still felt awkward. None of the movies or stories from friends could have prepared her for the moment, fast approaching. Six minutes later, they emerged from the room, their hands twisted in a knot of pressure, mistrust and regret. A tear rolled down her face while a smile embroidered itself arrogantly on his.
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Alex Thornber is living, writing and studying in London, England. He tries to keep a regular blog here.