Afterparty for Sad People

Abby felt a sinking feeling as she realised no matter how she handled this, the conversation would be awkward as all hell. Actually, any conversation to do with the party would probably be awkward as all hell. She thought of the many other wolves who went, and wondered if they regretted the night the same way she did.

She pondered his words a bit. 'Hope you're doing better.' Truth was, she had no idea if she was. Had she peaked that night? Was that the best she'd ever feel, or the least annoying she'd ever be? The thought was depressing and terrifying.

Desperate to fill the awful silence, she spoke again. "What's troubling you?" She started walking closer as she spoke, it would probably do some good if they weren't yelling at eachother from across the desert.