He is at a party with his friends, trying his best to enjoy himself. But every now and then the thought of her pops up in his mind. And with her comes sadness and anger. He thinks about binging, but controls himself and pushes her out of his mind. But she's always there, lurking beneath the surface of his thoughts, ready to pop up again at the slightest provocation.
He steps outside to light a cigarette with his friends. He sees happy couples walking arm in arm, and he misses her. He sees how well the girls are dressed, and thinks how beautiful she would look had she been here with him. He hopes she's having a good time, wherever she is.
She is returning to town tomorrow, but he doesn't know whether to be happy or sad. She hasn't been returning his calls or replying to his emails for the past few days. He has a horrible feeling inside, a feeling that says she is not coming back to him. But the human in him doesn't want to accept even the possibility of that being true. A tiny voice inside his head says that she is coming back to him, and she has a pleasant surprise in store.
He curses her, flicks out his cigarette, and steps back inside to concentrate on his drinks.
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