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                  “Oh fuck it, give me one,” I demanded. He laughed and gave me his already lit cigarette, getting another for himself. I inhaled and coughed straight away, but I was determined to finish this cigarette, and I was determined to be happy again. I wanted to be Sophie King again. I wanted to be the girl who loved her life, her friends. I wanted a heart full of something other than sorrow. The last time I had felt like that Kyle was there too, and after a few wines and this cigarette it was so easy to remember why.
     
    We made our way into Blackpool and hit the bars. It was relatively easy for us to reconnect after a few drinks and I felt more relaxed and carefree than I had for a while. We went to cheesy bars and sang along to 80’s tunes, then we went to classy bars and sipped cocktails. By 2 am we were in a sweaty club, dancing like teenagers on the dance floor. Kyle held me to him as we jumped in the air to “Mr Brightside,” screaming the words to each other and laughing so hard that my jaw ached. After the song had finished Kyle motioned for me to follow him to the bar, we made our way through the crowds, and he ordered two tequila shots.
                  “Come home with me!” he shouted, as he held the shot to me.
                  “What?” I asked, my drunken confused state filling my ears. I mustn’t have heard him right; we hadn’t spoken two words for years, and now he was asking me what exactly?
                  “Come back to London with me.” He patted his chest.
                  “Why?” I gasped, still out of breath from our dancing, aware that my newly styled fringe was stuck to my head with sweat. “What?”
                  “To forget.” He threw his shot back. “You’re not back in work for a few weeks, school’s on holiday, and this place is just a constant reminder. You need to get away.”
                  I knocked my shot back too and closed my eyes as it hit my stomach, burning my throat as it went. “We forgot the salt and lemon,” I said, and his eyes were still blazing into me.
                  “Fuck that. I’m serious, Soph. This place is killing you. Come to London, I promise you’ll have the summer of your life, and I’ll make sure you forget that idiot.” He was watching me closely for a reaction.
                  “How?” Tears filled my eyes. “How will that ever happen? I just can’t see it.” I wiped tears away, and he looked to me solemnly.
                  “You need to try, Okay? You need a change of scenery and you need to try and forget. I’ll take you out, we’ll live it up, we’ll have fun, and I promise you I’ll show you how to forget. Shit, Soph, this should never have been you, stuck here, a teacher, marrying some every day Joe, and living in a normal house. You weren’t supposed to be a housewife.”
                  “What?” I pushed away from him, offended, the truth was out now after a few drinks, now I knew how he really felt. “There’s nothing wrong with being a teacher, staying here, and being someone’s wife. We can’t all live the high life in London.”
                  “No,” he grabbed my wrists, “I meant you are so much more than just someone’s wife. You deserve more than this.”
                  “This is all I ever wanted.” I sighed.
                  “Really?” I looked into his eyes as his serious expression bore into me. “Please come back with me, if only for a few days. Let me help you get out of here. You’re a mess, it’s just not like you.”
                  “You’ll make me better?” I asked, incredulously.
                  He smiled at me and ordered more shots. “No funny business,” he said seriously, “and I guarantee it’ll help you forget, and if it doesn’t, I’ll …” he thought