I head to the alcohol section and take two glasses of champagne, I pour each glass down my throat.

I could be running to the toilet, but I no longer want to embarrass myself even more. I sit at a corner far away from people counting in my head how many hours I have left and my body goes still, not because of the music that seems to be screeching my ear drums; no it’s because of that perfume that I have seemed to have not forgotten. When I look up from the table I gasp, standing 3 feet away from me is no one other than Thami; he still looks as handsome as he was in school,

He smiles and it’s that damn smile that made my knees go weak before but the one thing that has changed are my feelings; there’s no love anymore only anger has lingered deep in my heart, anger of him humiliating me like that, of him abandoning me in my darkest hours, of him living his best life and forgetting about his kid.

“Lwandle..” His voice is now deep which I’m sure will make any other girl go straight in his arms. “It’s good to see you. I thought your friend was never gonna leave you alone.” I know that I should be swearing at him calling him a coward who lacks a backbone. I should be throwing every insult at him that I know but I don’t; every speech that I had prepared before has now went missing.

When I don’t answer he continues as if that was an invitation to let him finish “I wanted to apologise for what I did to you in high school.”

This may have been what I wanted to hear before but now it just riles me up.