I hear the music booming inside the small room with wooden floors and mirrored walls. I don't know how long I've been here but I remember it was sunny but now, all I can see from the little window are the stars twinkling telling me it's probably time to leave. I turned off the music on my phone connected to the room's speakers, put on my shoes and leather jacket, and headed out the door. Once outside, I was greeted by the cold autumn breeze. The wind pressure was a little strong today. I felt my long hair fly in different directions and I regret not tying it back when I left the dance studio. I started walking alone at night feeling all the previous tension slipping away. Dancing to de-stress has always worked for me. When I feel stressed, I dance until I can't feel anything anymore. I dance until I'm numb. And, to my relief, it works every time. The streets are dark and scary now, I don't know what time it is exactly and I don't look because I'd probably freak out if I did. If I found out it was late, I would start imagining things on the street, so I kept walking looking down. It's not a long walk, I'll be there in a few minutes. There is no need to panic. I was walking at high speed, not stopping or looking at anything around me. "Hey beautiful." The voice was deep, scary and full of lust. I stopped, contemplating whether to continue walking or turn around. My common sense made me swallow and I continued walking. Just as I was about to think I was safe, I felt a hand on my waist and in an instant I found myself pinned against a brick wall. I looked at the person standing there and saw a blonde boy with dark brown, almost black eyes, and tattoos covering every visible part of his body. "Now where are you going... middle of the paper... t complex, straight through the elevators. I waited a couple of seconds before I heard the elevator chime indicating its arrival on the ground floor. I was breathing heavily and I only relaxed when the elevator door closed and started moving towards the 12th floor where our apartment is located. When the elevator stopped I walked down the hallway until I reached the door labeled "138 ". door for a moment, hesitating. If I went in, I don't know what I would see and if I didn't, well, I'll sleep on the street, sighing, I stuck the key in the hole and opened the door door. I saw exactly what I had scared... he was lying on the couch unconscious, surrounded by empty bottles of champagne and other things I had never heard of. Or so I thought. Because the next thing I knew he was looking directly into my eyes, into his eyes there was deep remorse.