Prologue

Where did we go wrong I know we started out alright?

Where did we go wrong I swear I knew we'd last this time?

Where did we go wrong oh did you, did you change your mind?

How could you change your mind? Who got inside your mind?

The loud music was banging out of my chest as I tried to sing with my heart out loud while pouring another shot of tequila. I don't know how much alcohols I drank but one thing I knew is, I'm still in pain. I'm still hurting by the fact that I missed her. I want to see her again and fix what's broken. Damn, I hate this feeling.

My head was spinning when Inigo tried to reach the bottle of vodka out of my hand. "Damn you, let go."

"Bro, that's enough. Your'e already drunk you bastard. Can you see how wasted you are? Get yourself up, we're gonna get you home", Inigo then grab my hand as he was trying to pull me up.

"I don't want to go home so please can you both fucking leave me alone?" I said with my disgusting look to them.

"Come on you're so grumpy. It's already late. Aunt Liv is already calling and texting me asking if what time we're gonna get home. Stood up you idiot.", Inigo added as they were trying to get me out of this place.

"What for? She already had that Greg so I guess she doesn't need me anymore. She's happy now, is she? ", I said as I was trying to pour another shot again but Brent took the glass off of my hand.

"The little boy is being dramatic already, dude just get up so that we can go home. I still have work to attend tomorrow. Don't be so stubborn okay? Let's go." Brent said almost losing his patience.

As I don't have the energy to protest, I just let them carry me towards the exit of the bar. We were already heading out the bar when I suddenly bumped into someone. My vision was already blurred but I think I know this girl. She is the girl that caused me pain five years ago and until now. She's back. Is she for real?

I quickly stood up and get back my posture as I stand in front of her facing her emotionless face. My head was still spinning but I still managed to look straight to her eyes.

"I- I don't care if I'm imaging things or what but you're here. You- you're in front of me and I'm talking to you again. After five years, I see you again. It was nice seeing you again, A." I said as tears suddenly escaped from my eyes. Fuck, why am I being emotional? I see her again. She's right in front of me. Here in this place where I first met her.

"You're right. You are just imagining things Zed," she said as she pronounced my name.

"I think you should go home, you're drunk," she added and quickly walk away towards the crowd leaving me dumbfounded.

We were already at the parking area when I finally got back to my senses. What was that all about? Am I just drunk or what? I know it's her. I need to talk to her. I was planning to get back inside the bar when Brent grabbed my arms.

"Where are you going?, he asked.

" I need to get back inside, I have to talk to her. I need to talk to Aya." I said as I was pulling my arms off of him.

"Zed you already had enough dude. You're just imagining things okay? Aya is not here and she will never be here. You're just drunk so better get yourself up because we're gonna get you home. Get inside the car.", he commanded and I slowly dropped my shoulder as a sign of defeat.

Maybe they were right. I am just imagining things again. How I hate this feeling. I just badly want Aya to get the shit out of my head but every time she's running through my mind because after all this time, I know I still love her. I wished I just never met her maybe my life would be so much better than this.

Fuck, where did I go wrong?