His Greatest Regret Novel – They threw a party at a club with some of Chris’s friends, with Cara showing up with Jessica, her only friend in the world. Besides Romeo of course. But it had been two whole years since she spoke with him last. Thankfully, Jessica has been around by her side the past couple months. Eighteen months to be exact. She still remembered how she and Jessica had met at a bar when Cara had visited with Chris on her birthday.
Cara got up, now getting curious. The whole room was spinning as soon as she bounced on her feet, and her body felt warm and cozy like she was one giant vibrating being. This irritating nauseous feeling began to form in her throat but she forced herself to walk around. There was a room by a corner where the loud noise of music hitting the speaker dulled down and the area felt very calm in a pleasing manner. “Da-mn it, I’m so tired.” She muttered to herself, caressing her forehead that was now banging. “I mean, I’m sure Chris paid for a reserved space. I just wanna lie down…” The thought of laying on a sofa chilled all her nerves. Mathew with another guy rushed forward to her. “Miss Cara, where are you going!” That was Matthew’s voice. Cara turned to see all of Chris’s friends and colleagues now before her. “Huh? Oh,” she seemed dazzled as to why she was being queried by these men. “I just wanted to lay down for…for like, a while.” Her tone was slurred and she didn’t mind. She was tired. “I just want to rest for a while until Chris comes.” “But-” Mathew wanted to say, but he stopped himself.
“You tried your best, bro.” Said someone else, resting his hand on Matthew’s shoulders. Mathew sighed. “Okay. You can go in.” The way their facial expression seemed so doomed was what made Cara begin to grow suspicious. What was in there? She watched as they took big steps backward, shaking their heads like she was just about to find the dead body of her parents in there. She shrugged off that dangerously taunting thought and instantly reached for the door knob. Twisting the handle gently, she pushed the door open regardless of what she might find in there. The room was nothing special with just a long couch in front of her. The color of the walls dulled the room, and with the ugly looking lightening, Cara wanted to head out already. Nothing was in there so why were they afraid? She was smart to stay close to the door. She wouldn’t want someone appearing from behind to suddenly shut the door tight– “Da-mn it, just like that. Hmmm…that’s it…!” It was a moaning sound from a woman.