Just then, a message from my best friend came through.
"Hey, remember to take some cold medicine in this rain. We'll hang out tomorrow!"
I replied with a simple "okay."
For a second, I almost thought Eric had sent it.
I laughed at myself, but the sadness wouldn't go away.
Tonight, I probably won't sleep again.
With dark circles under my eyes, I arrived at the bar my best friend had reserved.
It was a pre-wedding party, and she had invited a lot of friends, most of whom I didn't know.
When she saw me, she waved excitedly.
"You look sick, are you okay?"
She asked me.
I nodded and pulled my coat tighter.
She squeezed my hand and then nodded towards someone in the distance.
Following her gaze, my heart skipped a beat.
It was Eric.
"Looks like a business party. Have you contacted him since you got back?"
She asked. I shook my head.
Sensing my lack of interest, she dropped the subject.
As the music shifted, the bar's atmosphere hit its peak.
The already dim lights grew even darker, leaving only a few beams focused on the stage.
I finally mustered the courage to glance at Eric, but once I did, I couldn't look away.