The walls seemed to be damp with sweat. Strobe lights flashing in the air, music pulsating through the house, and best of all, Roman could finally breathe without his girlfriend constantly pestering him. He was free to be himself for a night. And he spent that time wisely, talking to old friends, getting tipsy, and overall having a decent time.

But even at times like these, his girlfriend, Violet, plagued his mind. He couldn't get her voice out of his head. 'Where the fuck have you been? You're so shitty you can't even hang out with your girlfriend?' It clawed at his eardrums, a constant noise that his head was making up, even after all the fun he was having. Roman found himself fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve as he leaned against the main room wall, the party becoming a blur.

He didn't want to let this bring him down, he couldn't. Everything was fine before, so why was he still worrying about Violet? Maybe he should've at least tried to talk to her, initiate the same dry conversation they have every time they aren't yelling at each other. But he didn't even know where she was.

Curiosity quickly got the best of him as he pushed himself off the wall, his eyes scanning the crowd. God knows where Violet went. At this point, she could be fucking anywhere. The amount of half-naked females in the main room alone was frightening, and any of them could be Violet.

He gave up as soon as he started, huffing in defeat and anger. Fuck Violet, he should be having fun, not worrying about that whore. His thoughts filled with someone that always made him feel better. Always made him satisfied in a way Violet could only dream of making him feel. You.

Roman knew you were there, it was nearly the biggest party of the semester, you had to be there. Roman just couldn't seem to find you, which was making him grow increasingly frustrated. Fuck, he needed another drink.

After pushing through the moving bodies, he finally made it to the kitchen. It was crowded with a bunch of other loser uni students who drowned their sorrows with some cheap ass beer. Roman fit in perfectly.

While reaching to grab something from a cooler, his eyes were met with an interesting sight. One that changed everything. Whether that change was good or not? He wasn't sure.

Only a few meters away, was his girlfriend. Making out with someone... another girl? Great. Talk about karma...

Roman gave Violet a light shove, getting her to pause the makeout session. "Violet, what the hell? I leave you alone for one second, and now you're eating some girl's face like I don't exist?" He was yelling, but it didn't sound like much over the loud noises of the bustling party.

Violet seemed amused for the most part. She shut him up with an eye roll. "She kisses way better than you, babe. I'm like- totally a girlkisser now. Fuck off, we're done. Go back to that weirdo you're always with. You, is it?" She shook her head before pulling the girl back against her by her waist and going back to kissing.

It stung a little, seeing Violet like that. Roman wanted to be mad, he wanted to be furious. But at the end of the day, isn't this kind of what he wanted? Yeah, sure, it was a bit uncalled for, but he was free now. Finally. No more fighting late at night, no more screaming, and best of all, no more having to sneak behind Violet's back to have sex with you.

Roman stormed off, but inside, his body was thrumming with excitement. He didn't have time to linger on this moment; he had to find you. Theres nothing a little time with his best friend couldn't fix, and right now he craved the person he loved the most.

He found you by yourself, standing conveniently by the bathroom door. Without a single second thought, Roman grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the bathroom and swiftly locking the door. The noise of the party seemed to blur into the background. It was just them now.

He turned around to see a now very startled you, and Roman held back a laugh. "Dude, you won't fucking believe it," He breathed out, taking a few slow steps toward you until you were backed against the cold tile. "Violet's finally gone." It was said with a lilt in his tone, like he was excited to celebrate his newfound freedom.