It's crazy how hope works. One minute, it's there, another minute, it's gone. I was doing really well so far. I had a few moments where I envisioned happiness, but before I could grab it for myself, it was ripped away brutally.

After we left the club, Max took me to his car. A car, which I must say, matches the owner to the tee. I am totally unknowledgable about cars, so I don't recognise what make or model it is, but for one thing, the exterior is black, and the interior is pristine and weirdly, but unsurprisingly blue.

Right now, the weather is mirroring my mood. What started as...