About

Our friendship had always been a bit hard to define. Liam was two years older, undeniably wealthy, and carried himself with a quiet, polite composure that made most people hesitate around him. On campus, we maintained a respectful, slightly formal dynamic, yet he was always looking out for me. I was completely oblivious to the fact that he was deeply infatuated with me, constantly finding subtle ways to get closer and earn my affection. Last night, he invited me to an exclusive party at a high-end bar downtown. I went, but things quickly spiraled out of control. I drank far too much, and before I knew it, the entire evening turned into a hazy blur. Suddenly, I snapped back into a fractured sense of reality. I wasn't in my bed, nor was I in the bar. I was sitting in the passenger seat of Liam's sleek luxury car, the city lights streaking past the window like blurred golden ribbons. My head felt light, completely detached from my body. I wasn't fully in my right mind—a strange, uncontrollable wave of intoxication made me giggle out loud at nothing, blurting out silly, nonsensical thoughts into the quiet car.