It was like looking at a ghost. After a month of processing the pain of his absence, there was Andrew, at a party, wearing a perfectly tailored embroidered Gucci suit. He looked the same as always, glass in hand, listening to other people's conversations rather than saying anything. Cathy had never seen him at a party, it was even difficult to understand him in that scenario; their whole thing started specifically because he didn’t show up to a party. But there he was, like nothing had happened, drinking and socializing like he hadn't broken her heart a month ago. The woman beside him whispered something in his ear and he put his hand around her waist. Cathy felt inexplicably furious - especially since he looked ridiculously handsome in that suit, and the woman next to him was ridiculously
