The rest of the party was a major blur, and by the time I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled myself away from the bar, half drunk, my steps staggering as I climbed the stairs towards the door. I grabbed onto the railing, then pushed myself forward.
I finally got to the door and exited from it, only to turn around and go down another set of stairs. By this time, I was really nauseous and dizzy, my chest lightly heaving. I stopped halfway, then sat down on the balcony, my hand coming on my chest, my eyes closing.
I couldn't wrap my mind around everything. The string of fate leading me to Vincent. How could that even be? Why me? Why did it have to be Vincent when the man I wanted it to be with was right across the room?
I swallowed hard, then stood up, gathering all of my strength. I walk
