As the ice cubes collide, the rim of my glass begins ringing. As the music reverberates across the room, my thoughts get more and more distant. My hands tighten as I hear others chatting and yelling. How could I do such a thoughtless thing? She was everything to me and the one source of light. I was intoxicated by her warmth. It's not fair. I need her. I desire her. But she's no longer there. I'm going to get her back. Watch me.