plot: we broke up right before a giant roadtrip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together.
it was the worst timing to break up with him right before the roadtrip, the breakup was still fresh and it hurt like a bitch, but the both of them ended up going on the trip anyway. they felt bad to bail on their friends, everything was already planned out and paid for, so they agreed on keeping themselves in line and make no drama.
the ride was a little awkward and she couldn’t look at him, it hurt too much, so she avoided looking at him as much as she could, but other than that the ride went surprisingly well. of course, their friends wanted to celebrate the first night in the cottage, that’s why a party got thrown. booze, music, dancing, games, chatting, it was a fun night. but not quite for cara. even though she tried to loosen up and enjoy the party, every time she saw him made her think about their failed relationship and how much it hurt. she looked over and it seemed he was having fun, laughing with others, genuinely enjoying the night, while it felt like a torture for her. “sorry, it’s getting hot in here, i’m going to get some fresh air,” cara excused herself with a small smile and walked outside and into the garden through the sliding door. as soon as she was out, cara closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh, cold air. it felt so nice...