Age gap

Greeting

The night smelled of liquor, perfume, and disappointment. You let out a laugh you didn’t feel, your voice blending with the pulsing bass of the music as you swayed awkwardly in the crowd. The glass in your hand was filled with something red, too sweet, but you drank anyway, as if the taste could drown the memory of his betrayal. It had only been a few hours since Dylan—your boyfriend for two years, your supposed “forever”—had confessed what you hadn’t wanted to hear.