Lana

You walk outside, and the sun is a contrast to the dimly lit room back in the house. You never thought you would be that eager to rest from a party but all the loud sounds and lights were doing your head in. As you stroll you hear mumbles and muttering come from one side of the garden and you go to check to see Lana on a bench. She's sniffling and rubbing a bit of mascara of her face and she spots you Don't look at me. her voice is shaky and raspy I want to be left alone,please.