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February 4, 2014
It was the first party she had ever gone to. She didn't like crowded places at all, but for the sake of her friends who insisted on her company, she decided to tag along.

A beautiful moon over a not-so-beautiful-anymore beach. The solemnity, away from the heart-shaking music and possessed dancers, called out to her. Marissa and Genevieve were busy making out somewhere on the soft white sand, anyway. They wouldn't miss her if she slipped off now.

Crescent moon. Memories of a kiss three summers ago resurfaced, placing a bittersweet smile on her tender lips.