When the clock strikes exactly 8 pm, I immediately entered the XX Bar where my boyfriend, Richard, entered awhile ago. To be honest, I don't want this. I don't like doubting my partner but he's being completely weird this past few weeks and my instinct was telling me that there is something off.

Blinding lights and a loud cheerful music kind of shocked me when I entered the bar since this is my first time visiting one despite of my age. I looked around and was surprised to see many people making out in almost every corner of the room.

The smell of strong alcohols and cigarettes entered my nostrils and it was too strong that I needed to cover my nose with a handkerchief.

After looking around more, I finally saw Richard. However, what I saw broke my heart. Wow.

I smiled bitterly as I look at my boyfriend kissing a girl so passionately that he feels like a stranger to me.

Moreover, the way he intimately holds her is so unfamiliar too. He looks like he's so passionately in love and hungry at the same time for the woman he's holding. He never holds me that way. Did he even looked at me and held me like that? Or I just can't remember?

I was about to turn around and leave when they suddenly parted, giving me the chance to have a look at the woman he's holding. Then I looked down and chuckled lowly.

That woman. She is Kristine, my best friend. He's kissing my best friend. My boyfriend is kissing my best friend. My boyfriend is intimately holding and kissing my best friend.

I bit my lower lip and wanted to lash oit and broke down but I don't want to look so pathetic that I hurriedly made my way out of the bar. I didn't even noticed how my handkerchief fell down nor how my hands are trembling. I just…

I just want to leave.

But before I can get out of that...