Summary: You were invited to a very exclusive private party with the intention of meeting people to help you advance professionally. A fateful meeting changes everything.
Warnings: Bit of fluff at the beginning, but so much pain at the end. I’m so sorry.
A/n: This is my entry, albeit late, for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. My prompt is the song Alone by Halsey. This story turned out completely different than what I originally planned, but apparently, I’m good at writing angst and pain so here we are.
I stood on the balcony, resting against the handrail. Cold air making my hair fly behind me, and the drink in my hand feeling like fire as it went down my throat. The horizon looked like nothing more than a pale blue light against the darkness.
Chatter behind me, as lively as when I arrived, snapped me from my daze. The party of the month happening mere feet from where I was standing. I had received the invitation in my email by my boss saying that I should “take a break once in awhile. It would be good for you to go, there might be important people there”. Networking, go figure.
I decided to go back inside and socialize for a little longer before calling for a taxi. While walking around I saw a couple of people from work, and others from other shows and movies from the same lot. Some with whom I’ve worked with before, and others that I only knew by name and social media.
I was half way through my last drink when a hand fell on my shoulder.
“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice rang behind me, and I turned on the spot recognizing it almost immediately, “Hey sweetheart, it’s been so long!”